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billthedrake · 5 months ago

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TRAINING THE SALES GUY (PART SIX)

Previous chapters here: https://www.gaydemon.com/stories/Training_the_Sales_Guy_42206.html

I was supposed to be the one training my co-worker Carson, but the next business trip was more the other way around.

"The Dream Team is back," he said when I showed up at the gate area of the airport. Carson always got there early, and I always cut it close. He looked like a million bucks, in his slim-cut suit and neatly trimmed hair cut and beard. I knew things were just a sex-buddy dynamic between us, and that we were coworkers first. And Carson Wells had a bro-ish personality that was good in small doses but got on my nerves sometimes. But if the dude was gay I'd probably be getting more than a little crushed out on him.

"You probably say that to the other account execs," I teased as I took a sip of coffee.

Maybe that was a pissy thing to say and Carson would read some jealousy into it. But he just smiled back and laughed. "I forgot how cranky you are in the morning, Boss."

Those baby blues and that flirty disposition was making me wonder how good I was at maintaining my defenses and boundaries.

"It's why I'm single, Wells." I figured some self-deprecating humor would help.

"I doubt that," he said with surprising sincerity. "You just got off your game, Boss. When was the last time you went on a date?"

Maybe Carson had an ulterior motive for asking. A way of saying that nothing romantic or permanent was going to develop between us. But his tone was natural, on the level. I realized that he probably talks this way to his bro buddies in the office, and this was his way of including me in that work-friend category.

I sat down next to him. "About two months ago. When was your last date, Wells?"

He flashed his pearly white smile. "Had two last week, Boss. Different chicks.... it's a lot of effort, but I enjoy the hunt, you know?"

"I get that," I said. I'd been like that when I was in my 20s. But after the divorce, I'd had fun with more casual sex but found the process of using apps a fucking chore.

As we drifted into small talk, and then lined up to board the flight, a deep part of me hoped Carson wasn't so successful at his dating that he'd cut me off entirely. Then another part of me hoped for that very thing.

****

We were all business that day. Carson was particularly focused on our presentation. He was normally in the zone on our sales calls, but that day he was nervous I could tell. It was a huge prospective client, and it would mean a fat commission for Wells. It was getting to him.

I pulled him aside during a quick break an hour and a half in. "Relax, buddy," I said. "We got this."

I could see the tension in his handsome face. "Yeah?" Not believing me but appreciative of my forced confidence.

I shrugged. "It's a like a date. You can't want her too much, or it's all fucked up."

Hell, I didn't know how straight guys dated, but the advice seemed to work. "Yeah," he said.

We did good but not great. It might not matter, depending on what the company wanted. I wasn't going to sweat it. We'd come in and done our part. The rest was out of our hands.

And Carson was back in fine form over the dinner. We'd taken a number of the contacts out to a nice steak restaurant, and Wells was in classic sales guy mode. Chatty but not too chatty, able to engage with everyone at the table, comfortable in mixing business with pleasure.

And he was in a good mood after, as we got back to our hotel.

"Wanna come to my room, Boss?" he asked.

I wasn't expecting this. It had been a long day. And if it had been anyone other than Carson I might have even begged off getting my cock sucked.

"Sounds great, Wells," I said.

We wheeled our luggage to the elevator, and I think we both had smirks on our faces as we rode up.

"I guess we're getting more comfortable with this," Carson said, speaking the very thought I was thinking.

I nodded. "If you ever don't feel comfortable, Carson, please let me know." I'd gone too far in this affair to be safe from HR consequences, but at least I wanted to give Carson an out any time he felt like it.

He laughed. I expected him to make a crack about uptight Bill, but instead he said, "It's crazy. I knew I liked sucking dick, but you got me into the other stuff, Boss... I even watch the videos you sent."

Indeed I'd discovered a new Pornhub guy with a very minimal gag reflex and no inhibitions about working the one he had.

I was getting turned on, surprisingly by Carson's candor as much as anything. "Well it's really hot to experience your skills," I said, my voice almost cracking into a whisper.

The elevator dinged and we wheeled our bags down the hall. Carson tapped his key card and we entered.

"Um, Carson... can I ask you something?" I started. "What makes you like it?" I'd been afraid to ask. Afraid I'd spook this straight guy with a major bi streak.

He'd clearly been asking himself the same question. "I dunno, Boss... it's just... when you use my throat, it's like I'm not the one who needs dick, you're just feeding it to me."

I didn't quite follow. "You afraid of being gay, Carson?"

He nodded. "Yeah. I mean, I'm not gay, thought maybe you don't believe me."

"I believe you," I replied. "But it doesn't matter if I do."

He took that in. "Yeah. I guess having a cock in my mouth always feels like the last thing I should be doing, and the taboo of it gets me off."

"The forbidden fruit thing is hot for me too," I said.

Carson's blue eyes twinkled in amusement. "Fuck yeah it is, Boss." He pulled out his phone and wallet and set them on the table. "I think the fact you're a fag..." he stopped himself. "Sorry boss... but I think that when your cock is in my mouth and it takes me to this fucked up place."

I didn't know what to make of it. But I was getting head from Carson more than I ever dreamed of, so I decided not to get pissed off. "Please don't get therapy, Carson," I joked. "At least not anytime soon."

That made the guy laugh. He's so fucking sexy when he laughs. "Don't worry, Boss."

With that he knelt down in front of me. I was already hard and Carson's touch at my crotch made me harder. He teased and massaged my ridge in my suit pants, then pulled my zipper down.

"OK if we start with some old-fashioned head?" he asked.

"Yeah," I croaked. "More than OK." I'd been enjoying the more extreme throat training lately, but a standard Carson Wells BJ was always gonna get me off big.

He licked my dick up and down, before pulling back. "You mad at me for what I said?" he asked.

I nodded. "A little, yeah." I figured I should be honest. "But I'm not gonna stay mad at you, Carson. Just don't call me that again. You can think it or whatever."

"Yeah," he sighed. He was genuinely contrite. He seemed to be taking in my cock with his hungry eyes, examining my length and girth.

Then, slowly he opened his mouth and descended on me.

"Oh fuck!" I hissed. Carson's mouth felt great. I knew I'd spend the next day wondering if these blowjobs were keeping me from finding a boyfriend, even a casual one. Carson Wells had gone from top 5 in his oral skills to top cocksucker in my life experience, period. The best I'd ever have, I knew.

I looked down as he blew me. His hunky body in his navy suit, head bobbing up and down. I could hear the spit and the suction around my prick and the rhythmic soft moans from this throat. He was working himself deeper on my pole, working up to a deep throat. Not fast but steady, knowing what he was doing. He was getting me to that place, fast, that build up of pleasure, and then it was like his mouth and throat was gonna milk the load out of my balls.

Only he pulled off instantly and gripped the base of my prick, pinching it slightly. "Goddamn, you're worked up tonight, Boss."

"Jesus, Wells," I exclaimed.

My excitement made him smile. "See? Sometimes it's better not to have to go all hardcore and shit." He let go of my dong and started tonguing the bottom half of the shaft. With anyone else, it might look slutty, but I knew Carson was mostly trying to let me enjoy this without blowing too soon. It worked, sort of.

There was a clear excitement for him, too, as he looked up at me, hands on his trousers, gym-toned chest showing between the spread lapels of his coat. Unlike me, he wasn't wearing a tie but instead rocking that more millennial business-bro look. It suited him.

"Thanks for letting me initiate this, Boss," he said softly. "I don't know if I'd like it the other way."

In my head our affair wasn't one-way, but I knew what Carson meant. "You do a lot for me, Wells... I want you comfortable with it."

He nodded. He reached down and fiddled with his zipper and belt. Often he didn't like jerking, and I think he was shy of letting me see his dick. But Carson was pulling it out now and wrapping his fist around it just as he leaned back forward.

"MMMmmh," he moaned around my prick as he swallowed me. He'd gotten warmed up already so now was just a skilled, silky deep throating. Up and down, six, seven inches at a time. Almost bouncing. Carson was driving his blowjob but he was abusing his throat all on his own. Deep throating me, faster and faster, till he was spearing his gullet with rhythmic gutteral sounds.

"God yes," I hissed. Watching him do a sword swallowing thing like a pro.

I heard the gurgle of a gag on one down stroke then that familiar mucusy slickness on my meat, dripping out of Carson's mouth and onto my balls. That did it for me.

"Shit!" I muttered. And I was cumming down Wells' throat.

He slowed his mouth strokes just enough to be able to swallow my semen comfortably. And as he rode out the aftershocks of my orgasm, he stroked himself to completion.

Carson finally pulled back, a flush look of sexual satisfaction on his face, which must have matched mine.

"Thanks you, Wells.... you outdid yourself." I wanted to give him every compliment I could.

He smirked. "Yeah, I've been wanting to try that, Boss." He looked down at his hand. It was covered in his own jizz. Carson shoots a lot. He got up off his knees, holding his hand out to keep the dripping load from getting on his suit. I'd have to get mine cleaned, but it would be worth it.

He wiped off then offered me the Kleenex box. I used a couple to handle the spit and throat slime. There were some cum dribbles too but Carson took care of most of those. I tucked back in and sighed.

"We good, Wells?" I asked.

His green eyes met mine. "Yeah, we're good."

I wanted to kiss him bad. But that wasn't in the cards. So I grabbed my luggage and gave Carson one last nod before walking out of his room and over to mine.

As I got ready for bed, I thought over the evening. Sometimes I had real misgivings about fooling around with my straight-ish coworker. But that night I had none. The sex was hot as hell.

****

"You up?" came the text bright and early the next morning.

I was up, but barely. It was pretty early. "Yes. Still on East Coast time."

"Can I come by?"

My morning wood throbbed. "Sure."

Fuck, this was too easy. Wells was going to make me look forward to business travel all right.

I wasn't decent when he showed up a minute later. But that didn't matter. Carson had on only a pair of gym shorts and athletic shirt. The shorts didn't hide a thick boner.

"Hey," he said, morning voice making him sound deeper.

I ushered him in. "Hey," I laughed. It was a little absurd how carried away we were getting. But Carson's body was looking really fucking good in those clothes.

"I was jerking off and I thought the hair of the dog might be in order."

I smiled. I was now self conscious that Carson noticed the boner in my underwear. "I'm surprised I have anything left in the tanks after last night. You drained me, buddy."

Wells had a slightly nervous look on his face now. "You not up for it?" he asked.

"I'm very up for it," I replied.

I took the initiative and peeled down my briefs. By now Wells had seen my cock a lot but I wasn't sure how often I was completely naked.

The man's eyes were pretty much on my dick though, till he took them away and looked back up at me. "You OK if we try something new, Boss?"

"After last night... you can try out as much as you want," I said.

He grinned and peeled off his shirt. I'd never have a body that could compete with his, but that was OK. "I've been watching some videos. I guess they give me ideas."

My heart was pounding now. I wasn't expecting a two-fer on this trip. So it was a nice surprise. Particularly as Carson slid down his gym shorts. He was hard and I could see his dick still was covered in a lot of lube. I wondered how long the guy had been jerking off that morning.

My own bone twitched as I watched my coworker lie down on his back, settling in on the unmade bed, till his head lay just past the edge. I didn't need a diagram to know what he had in mind. I stepped up, hands on my hips and positioned my cock above his face.

Wasting no time, Carson leaned up, attacking my nuts with his tongue before I angled my prick to let him lick that. As he did, he jerked his cock, not fast, just enough to prime the pump during this foreplay ritual.

"Fuck, Boss, you have a great cock," he hissed. Hearing that was enough to make me spurt some precum on his chin and neck. Carson could tasted it was he licked his way to the head.

I swiveled my hips back to give him access. That tongue laved all around my head, slobbering it down. Carson wasn't shy about extra spit with me now and excess saliva dripped down his face.

"God fucking damn, Wells," I hissed as I watched the lewd sight.

He muttered something then more spit ran out just before he swallowed me.

The trick of being an oral top, particularly for the more extreme sucking, is knowing when you can take charge. Carson was ready. I reached down and pressed against his shoulder. To steady him but also to let him know I was coming in.

Wells grunted along my cock but was ready. I steadily speared his throat, from the inner part to the deeper reaches. He quickly stopped jerking and I realized it was to keep from coming. Wells was loving this shit.

I pulled back and thrust in again. And again. Wells' throat was snug and wet and alive. I don't know why we hadn't done this before, but we were doing it now.

I heard his soft grunts and felt his excitement as I steadily fucked his throat. Taking my hands off his shoulder, I leaned forward. That meant I couldn't watch his face and throat as easily, but the better thrusting angle made it worth while.

I just went for it. Not super rough, but steady firm thrusts deep into Carson's gullet in rapid succession. Figured I could stir the pot and see if I could get some nice slime.

It took a half minute, a half minute of watching Carson's dick jerk in excitement before I heard and felt it.

I stopped and withdrew. To give Wells a break and check in on him, but also to see that trophy. That milky mucus was thick around my bone but I didn't realize just how much there was until I pulled out completely and watched thick river of slime run down his handsome face.

"Fuck!" he gasped, chest rising and falling as he caught his breath.

"You OK, Wells?" I asked.

He was beet red and not opening his eyes but he grunted a yes. "Go for it, Boss."

I got back in place. Entry was easier this time. And as I fucked his face I heard the sloppy wet sloshing.

"Gonna cum..." I said.

That was the cue. He grabbed his own dick and jerked in rapid strokes.

We came together. My dick pumping its morning load straight into his guts as his own fired out. Like I say, Carson's a gusher, and I enjoyed watching several streaks of thick cum land on his muscular body.

I knew I had to give him a break now, and fast. I wasn't rough, but quickly I pulled out.

He sucked in some air while I went to get a washcloth for him. He seemed grateful for it and as he sat up he wiped his face down.

"Damn, Boss, you're hardcore."

I nodded. "I got news for you Wells, you're pretty hardcore yourself."

He finished wiping off and I took the cloth from him. It was only then that we felt self conscious being fully naked with one another.

Carson looked at the clock. "Well, I'm not getting my morning workout in, I guess," he said, acknowledging the time. We had about a half hour before we had to leave to the airport. "But fuck I was horny."

I gave a nod and watched Carson find his clothes.

"You're getting really good at this, Carson," I said. Not just complimenting him, but acknowledging that he was taking the throat abuse like a pro.

He pulled on his T shirt and flashed a grin. "I am, aren't I?"

"You doing anyone else?" I asked. I don't know why I did, but curiosity got the best of me.

He seemed offended though. "Would it bother you if I did?" he asked.

I shook my head and gave the best contrite expression I could. "Not at all. You're your own man, Wells. Just curious was all."

That seemed to put him at ease, but his voice was still quiet. "You're the only dude I suck, Boss."

"Cool," I said. I gave a pause. "I know this arrangement is weird as fuck, Wells. But anytime you offer head, I'm not gonna turn you down."

He liked that. "You'll find a boyfriend to focus on, Boss," he said. He'd bene thinking about that. "In the meantime, let's just have fun, OK?"

Dude actually fist bumped me on the way out of my hotel room.

***

Carson upgraded on the flight back, while I stayed in coach. I was glad not to have to make small talk. Still, I felt a strange elation when I got the news on my work phone as we landed. The decision was fast. We'd won the prospect as a client.

Carson was waiting for me at the gate in the terminal. "The Dream Team did it!" he growled, pulling me into a bear hug.

I hugged him back. "You're buying me drinks with that commission money, Wells."

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destieltaggedfic · 4 months ago

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Hey! Hope you're having a great day- I was wondering if you knew of any fics where Sam brings up Cas to a still grieving Dean, who hasn't talked about it/refuses to talk about it and Dean ends up pretty much breaking down/yelling and telling Sam about how Cas said he loved him?

Cas coming back to life in the fic would be a plus, but this is the main idea.

Thanks and no worries if not!

yeah, there are a lot of fic with this.

Heart's on Fire - chaoticdean, savetheclaypots Ao3

15x20 didn’t happen AU. The spell that brings Cas back from the empty, locks down his memories from the past 5 years, meaning he doesn’t remember Jack, he doesn’t remember what has happened and to Dean’s despair, he doesn’t remember what happened before his death.

Word Count: 72k Graphic Sexual Acts

your love is not a curse (not to me) – riceandtuna Ao3

Set 15x20 didn’t happen AU. While Cas is dead Dean finds his journal and is torn by how upset Cas was in the past year, but when Jack turns up knowing that Dean and Cas’ bond is the key to getting him back, what Dean learned in the journal will not only help wake Cas up, but it will also help Dean reassure him when he’s home.

Word Count: 21k No Sex

Time Heals – asexualcas Ao3

Set 15x20 didn’t happen AU. Its months of grieving before Dean can tell Sam what happened, and its months after that where Dean is incrementally getting better, when Cas turns up again and in Dean’s shock they don’t talk until Sam realises what the problem is.

Word Count: 5k No Sex

Because it is - 60r3d0m Ao3

Set S15 AU. For 2 years after they defeated Chuck and remained the sole inhabitants of the Earth, the only thing that kept Dean going was the hunt to bring Cas back and a blue tinged star. A star that one day they followed and it brought Cas back, but that isn’t the end of Dean’s grief because Cas is avoiding him. (mention of Dean being suicidal)

Word Count: 6k No Sex

What You Give Away – downtownfishies Ao3

Set 15x20 didn’t happen AU. Death’s door won’t shut, no matter what Dean or the new Death do, so they become sort of friends, meanwhile Christmas is looming and Sam is determined to celebrate this year whether or not Dean is in the mood.

Word Count: 23k No Sex

You'll Get Him Back - coffeeaddict13 Ao3

Set 15x20 didn’t happen AU. When Dean tells Sam that he is in love with Cas, Sam doesn’t react well at first.

Word Count: 3k No Sex

Haunting Eyes – GayDemon Ao3

Set S15. Since Chuck disappeared everyone Dean has been a mess of drinking. When Sam confronts him about it he finds out something new about how Cas died.

Word Count: 1k No Sex

Honestly I got tired of this particular plot device, partially because it very rarely feels right to me that he would tell Sam, even if he was incredibly angry or drunk.

#destiel #rec asks #grieving dean

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kmscb · 3 months ago

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I'm posting gay erotica on GayDemon, along with some wicked ditties. All for free.

Diego looks so much like Emilio, in the Hunter parts, it's hard to think of him as anyone else.

#gay #kmscb #mm #mm sex #mm noncon #mm non con #gay noncon #gay non con #mm novel #gay novel #gay demon #mm kidnapping #mm kidnap #mm rape

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4kennels · 8 months ago

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Seven Days A Dog

by Faedirk

GayDemon

Gay Sex Stories

Bondage

14 Jun 2023

Bondage

Handjob

Humiliation

Puppy Play

BDSM

Slave Training

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INTRO

"It's a...errrrr... unique proposal" my lawyer timidly said as he pushed the document across the table towards me. "You'll be off the hook for all the medical bills, you won't pay a single penny"

I grabbed the papers but the legal jargon was too overwhelming to understand. "So what's the catch" I asked, too afraid to get excited because it was obvious my lawyer was being weirdly hesitant.

"Well, Mr. Torrence will drop the suit entirely, on one condition. For a period of one week you will serve has a... errr.... replacement for his English Mastiff"

It took me a moment to understand but still all I could manage to say was, "wha... what?

The lawyer looked up from the table, "he proposed that if you serve as his dog for one month he will not only forgive you, but also pay all the medical bills, which is nearing $55,000 last I checked."

I sat dumbfounded, unable to speak. I couldn't believe this is where my life has taken me; being hopelessly in debt or to serve as a dog. It was one simple mistake, one bad throw at the disc golf park. I was winding up to launch my disc as far as I could manage and when I went to release it the disc stuck on my fingers a second too long and instead of throwing it a hundred yards straight, I whipped it 90 degrees to my right, straight into Mr. Torrence's Golden Retrievers head. The dog had to be put into a medically induced coma and currently no one was sure if it would live or not. But one thing was certain, I was at fault.

Sick to my stomach, I made a decision. "Let's just fucking accept it."

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CHAPTER ONE

I arrived at Mr. Torrence's house at 11:45 am, 15 minutes before the start time on June 1st. I wasn't going to screw up the contract on day 1. He had a big house in a nice neighborhood. I was thankful for that, it wasn't a shithole. My anxiety nearly killing me, I knocked on the door. Step One to this whole ordeal being over with.

After a few gut wrenching moments the door opened and there stood the man whos dog I might have killed. He didn't look angry which helped only slightly to ease my nerves. In fact, he seemed to be in good spirits. "Michael, come on in" he said stepping aside and waving me along.

"Th..Thank you", I stammered as I entered his home.

"You're a little early so how about I give you a tour" he said closing the door behind us.

"Sure", I replied not knowing what else to say. "And sorry again about everything", I managed to add on.

He smiled a genuine smile, "thank you, the veterinarian hospital says things are starting to look up for Bailey but they still want to keep him in the coma for a little while longer."

"Good, good", I awkwardly blurted out, not knowing what to say, "I'm glad to hear that"

He proceeded to show me around the house, a bigger house than I've ever been in. When we got to the fourth bedroom of the tour, Mr Torrence told me "this will be your room." There was a dog bed and a crate and dog toys scattered around the floor. I nodded my head unable to speak as the reality of the situation continued to become realer and realer.

Mr. Torrence looked at his watch. "Well it's 12 am now so let's get started. On your hands and knees."

I did as he said, almost about to cry.

He walked over to the closet, grabbed a box and started pulling out some type of leathery fabric. Jesus christ.. Is this some type of restraints that I'm going to have to wear?

"wh...what is that?

Mr. Torrence looked down at me. "Dogs don't speak, Michael. You keep that up and the contract becomes voided.

I looked up at him and fought back the growing urge to start sobbing.

"This will help you in your roleplay. Take off your clothes and lets get you strapped in."

"I.... I don't..."

Mr. Torrence sighed, interrupting whatever plea I was about to make. He pulled out his phone. "I had a feeling this wasn't going to work out. I'll call my lawyer and we'll nix this whole agreement."

"NO" I blurted out. Tears now rolling down my cheeks. "I'll do it"

He looked at me for a few long seconds, and put his phone back into his jeans. "Ok then"

He stood there waiting for me to start the inevitable. I took off my shoes, my shirt, my socks, my pants. The undressing in front of this stranger started to arouse me slightly and I turned beat red as I fought back a growing problem in my boxers. Surely he didn't need me to take them off anyways and thankfully when I was done undressing he didn't mention them.

"Alright, down on all fours, come over here. Let's get these on you."

I walked on all fours over to him and the strange leather restraints. He got down next to me and lifted my right leg up and slid a leather sleeve over my knee and with a series of straps he bound my calf and thigh together. He then went to work on the other side of me and I prayed he couldn't notice that I had an erection. I tried my best to pretend everything was normal.

Both my legs bounded, calf to thigh, it was now impossible to stand up. He grabbed the next leather straps and went to work on my arms. Just like my legs, he slid a sleeve over my elbows that forced my arms closed. For the next 7 days, I would be walking on my knees and elbows.

"Almost done" Mr. Torrence said. He pulled out the remaining straps. These ones connected to my wrists, wrapped around my body, and fastened down to my ankles, bringing the whole suit into a perfect unbreakable union. There was simply no feasible way I could ever get out of this on my own.

"And done" Mr. Torrence exclaimed, proud of his work. "Walk around and see how it feels"

I did as commanded. It was uncomfortable and difficult to move around. And horribly unsettling.

"Good boy!"

I was beat red from the embarrassment that I was not only in this position but that I also had a boner. I did my best while walking to avoid any angles where he might catch a glimpse. I would get it under control in no time. My hope was short-lived.

"Roll over" he said.

I looked up at him and he repeated himself. "Roll. Over."

I rolled over. It was awkward and undignified but I rolled over as quickly as I could manage.

A moment of silence filled the room as I stared down at the carpet. Mr. Torrence sighed and walked out of the room. A minute later he returned with a pair of scissors. Oh no. He walked over to me and I instinctively tried to back away but it was useless. The scissors pressed against my lower back and he slid them onto the waistband of my boxers. He started cutting. I closed my eyes unwilling to let him see me struggle against an already hopeless situation. 20 seconds later the cold air was on my ass, my balls, and my dick as my boxers fell to the ground along with any remaining dignity I had left. I was completely and utterly exposed to this man, and I couldn't defeat my erection.

"This is going to be a fun week", Mr. Torrence whispered to the back of my head as he crouched down beside me. Then, suddenly, he grabbed me by the balls and held on tightly. A shot of electricity ran through my entire body and I yelped and tried to back away but his grip was too tight and I only succeeded in making myself fall over as he continued to hold onto my most vulnerable place.

"STOP IT, WHAT ARE YOU DOING IT. YOU CAN'T DO THAT! LET GO!" I blurted out hysterically from my back, my boner and new shortened limbs flailing uselessly around me. I wanted to punch him, to do something, anything, but it was hopeless.

He shushed me. "Now, now, remember? Dogs can't speak."

"I don't care! You can't.." He strengthened his grip on my balls and his point was made. I wouldn't be able to handle an even slightly tighter grip on my balls so I didn't dare attempt to talk again.

"There you go" he said in a soothing voice, relaxing his grip to a soft cupping of my balls. He started to gently caress them and I began to lose a little bit of my mind.

An unexpected moan escaped my mouth. "Ahhohhhmm..." My cock was throbbing hard, precum dripping down my painfully erect shaft.

With his other arm, he pulled a bottle of lube out of the box that my restraints were once in. My eyes widened. He wasn't, was he? He flicked open the cap and poured some gently down my cock in a perfect line.

"I think you'll find you'll enjoy this.", he said as his hand grabbed onto my cock and begin stroking, and spinning, and massaging. I completely lost my mind. Any thought other than the pleasure of what was happening to my rock hard boner simply didn't exist in my head.

More moans began bursting out of my throat. "AUUHHH AUHHHHH MMMMMMHHH"

Mr. Torrence decided to pick up the pace and begin stroking harder and faster than I would ever think of doing to myself. I knew that meant trouble and I didn't want whatever was happening to me to end yet.

"No not yet" I squeaked out in between a few moans, forgetting not to talk.

He placed his other hand over my mouth and held my head down to the ground as he continued his work with his other hand on my cock, going even faster now.

I felt the orgasm coming, and with the tempo entirely out of my control, when it came it came faster and harder than any orgasm I had ever had in my entire life. I was screaming into his hand but my screams were only muffled moans of ecstasy. My entire body shaking violently in my restraints. Ropes of cum I didn't know I was capable of making burst out of me one after another. He must have aimed my cock towards my head because a few strands landed across my neck and pools of cum painted my chest. I layed there panting, exhausted, covered in my own cum while Mr. Torrence gently came to stop on my depleted cock. After a few more excruciatingly slow strokes, he finally let go of me.

He stood up and looked down at me in my pathetically drained state.

"This should be a fun week" he said before turning around and walking out of the room, shutting the towering door behind him. I had never noticed just how high up door knobs were before.

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lizardgod69 · 2 years ago

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ALright time for a new Omari AU, that isnt just swapping the roles.

So this is the GayDemons!Omari au, where magic is real but not a lot of people know about it. There are 3 types of magic, Natural, Holy and Demonic. For example holy magic mainly consists of healings, shielding and buffs other people, while a few rare spells could be used offensively. Demonic is mostly purely offensive and, there are very few supportive demonic spell. Natural magic is very broad. It has every type of spell in it, and it is mostly based on nature.

People are born with a affinity to magic. Some people are able to use Holy magic, some demonic, some natural.

For example Hero in this au is born with a very very high affinity to Holy magic, which make his parents(priests and also holy magic users) very prideful of him, while Kel cant use any type of magic.

Basil could also use magic, but he has natural magic and can control plants.

Sunny and Mari however are kids of Cult Leaders and powerful demonic mages, meaning they have a natural affinity to demonic spells,Mari much more than Sunny.

Aubrey has a small amount of holy magic affinity pre accident but in the 3 years post accident she becomes pretty strong in using it.

Now its an Omari au because, on top of the recital, the parents are slowly teching Mari demonic spells, and of course people with Holy magic hate those with Demonic magic, and Mari is scared what the groups reaction would be to her having these powers.

So now all the factors put more preasure on this Mari, then the canon one. So thats why when Sunny breaks the violin and yells back at Mari, she is the one to push him.

Basil sees this and is paralyzed with fear,hiding.

Mari not wanting her brother to die scours the bookshelves for a spell to save him and finds one.

She starts performing it and the last step is to add the blood of the murderer.So she cuts herself, but this snaps Basil out of his paralysed state and he jumps forward, thinking that Mari is planning to um . join her brother. But jumping into a spell circle while the spell is activating isnt a very smart idea now is it Bagel? HE gets hit with the spell and the spells power is split in half. Now the spell was basically "oh your loved one is dying?, replace their weak human body with a demonic one", but it being split made both Sunny and Basil half demons. This also made their bodies very unstable, putting both of them in a 3 year coma.

Now the group falls apart but not fully. Hero spends most of his time studying Holy magic, searching for a way to save Basil and Sunny, while also trying to reach out to Mari, who isolates herself and tries to be the most perfect she can be. Her dad still abandons them and, in his rage accidently draws a demon to Maris house, which latches onto Mari feeding on her guilt and self loathing, while also slowly making Mari more and more depressed.

Kel and Aubrey however feel very betrayed, considering neither Hero, nor Mari have any time for them. So they find comfort in each other, becoming delinquents to hide from their bad home situation. And eventually they develop feelings for each other and meet the other hooligans.

Whilst all this is happening, Basil and Sunny are trapped in a dream world, where they team up with Omori And Stranger to find Mari?(the truth). The shock of the accident would have made their bodies even more unstable so they supressed it and now have to uncover the truth and wake up

Hero, Aubrey, and Kel are the picnic blanket.

After 3 years in a coma and facing a nightmarish version of Mari, they wake up. Only to be greeted by arguing. Kel and Aubrey finally snapped at Hero and Mari and entered a yelling contest with them.

But as soon as they see Sunny and Basil they stop and hug them.

So, now SUnny and Bagel have to deal with their (very gay) feelings for each other, mend the friend group and hide their demonic abilities all the while a demon is slowly becoming stronger and more aggresive.

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