#slave boy

[allbecauseoftheboys2]

Marcus popped a grape in his mouth. "You know, I was not expecting that the pre-dinner entertainment you mentioned was going to be watching your slave bathing, but I would be a liar if I said I was not enjoying it." "It's more engrossing than the last play I saw at the theater." "And with only one actor too," Marcus noted. "Indeed." Claudius stole a grape. "And to think I balked at buying him." "I'm glad you took my prodding seriously. It pleases me that your reputation and earnings has been increased due to his success in wrestling too." "That it has. I am also enjoy his company and use around the house. He also has been a benefit to my vineyard. I am indebted to you." Marcus scoffed. "Nonsense. I am just paying back a debt from the battlefield." Claudius turned to look at him. "Debt? I did not save you expecting repayment." "It is a debt. I owe you my life." Claudius put an arm on his shoulder. "Soldiers must look after one another." Marcus smiled. "True, but I will always be indebted to you." "Nonsense." Claudius waved his hand. "You also kept me company on the those nights when I was lonely and homesick and stressed. The fun we had after the lights were out was the only joy I experienced in a time of terrible violence and death." Marcus can't seem to find a response to that. Those fumblings had all been just fun to him, and he never considered it could have been therapy. Claudius clapped his hands together, startling Marcus out of his thoughts. "Ah, it seems my slave is done bathing. Marcus, would you like to oil him?" Marcus groaned. "Would I! Hold my grapes." Claudius chuckled, "Gladly." He took the bowl. "You are staying the night yes?" "Oh yes, absolutely. Honestly, you may have trouble getting me to leave in the morning..." __________________ Captions are fictional. Archive at www.allbecauseoftheboys.com

Franco Corelli On His Own, 1999 - Colt Studios, dir. Rip Colt

[herrin-katelynn]

[thatdommegal2]

I’ve always had this fantasy of taking a strong muscled business man, (usually the boss) and punishing him by taking his belt, bending him over his work and work desk, pants and undies around his knees, and absolutely going to town on his ass. Making squirm and whine and cry like a baby at that desk where the big man does all his important things and makes all his important decisions. Where I dominated, beat, and took control of the man who controls everything. Then making the big man stand in the corner with his hands on his head and the belt in his mouth for as long as I deem fit.

[kistels]

[slowlyhardgoatee]

Something’s going in your mouth, boy. 

It’s either my cock or my cigar ash. It’s up to you. You’ve got about 10 seconds starting now to make the decision, or I’ll make it for you. And believe me, faggot, if I have to make it for you, it’ll be both. I’ll have you blowing me while I’m smoking until I nut all over your tonsils, and then I’ll drop my stogie ash on your tongue. Then, just for good measure I’ll piss in your fucking mouth. 

Time’s up, boy. Guess I’ll be doing all three then, since you’ve not said a word. Get over here and open wide. Good boy. 

[nuttypeachthing]

[trans-mutt-pup-switch]

I can’t stop thinking about me as a sub. I don’t see much representation. But maybe others resonate. I love being the filthiest of service sub/slave for my Gods. I love topping Him to fuck him. I love riding Him. Choking him. Being choked. Just going feral to please him and stay mindless. When I say I want Him to fully use me I mean it. Even if He wants to call me Daddy, needs me to be rough with Them, Needs to worship me head to toe or just needs my mouth to not leave His cock. I am here. If chores need done, I got them. If he needs to feel needed I’ll keep him motivated while he does the house chores. I just want Him to see him perfection the way I do no matter what it takes. But I typically stay in a subby puppy/ bunny mindset the whole time. Idk if this makes sense but fuck I just want my body to be used in any way for my everything. I am so hypnotized by His existence.

[mommysarah2038]

You like what you see🤎🤎🤎

[jackinhofejr]

Josh awoke, being blasted in the face by a water hose. He was completely naked in a barren room and there were two men in black pants with him. One was washing him with a sponge while the other was spraying him with a hose.

They were chattering in a language he didn’t understand. <”He is awake! Should we tell Malik?”> Josh tried to move, but his arms were chained up overhead. His toes barely brushed the floor. He struggled against the chains, but felt so weak and he fell back into unconsciousness. <”No, it was just the water that roused him. Look, he’s out again.”>

The next time he woke, he was chained on his knees in a similarly barren room. Looking around, the room was bare. No furniture. At least he was no longer naked, barely. He could see he was wearing a blue speedo. “Is this an asylum? A prison? Hello! Where am I?!” He called out while trying to shake out of his bonds.

He heard the door unlock, and two men in black pants came in. Then he remembered he’d seen them before. He struggled harder against his bonds. “Who the hell are you? Where the fuck am I? Let me go!” One of the men barked at the other. <”Go get Malik, now!”> The man who barked the order came to his side with a pitcher of water, filling a cup. “You must drink, Safir. You are dehydrated.”

Josh licked his lips, but just rubbed a dry tongue across them. Instinctively, he turned his head to meet the cup and gulped ferociously. “You may call me Khayba. And you are Safir.” Josh spit up the last gulp of water. “My name is Joshua Ohlmeyer motherfucker, not Safir!”

Khayba sighed. “I am sorry Safir, but you are wasting your anger. We have sent for Malik. He will explain all.” Khayba then turned, walked out, and locked the stall behind him. “Don’t you fucking leave me here motherfucker! Let me out!” Josh continued screaming until he was interrupted 10 minutes later.

[sexyelizabethtub]

Happy new month darling ❤️

[thatdommegal2]

[kistels]

[slowlyhardgoatee]

You ain’t done yet, faggot. Not by a long way. You did a good job licking up my cum and piss off the floor, but now you’re gonna get it straight from the source. See, I ain’t washed my cock since I was balls deep up your unconscious cunt. You were out for a good while and I blew two or three loads of cream up that hole, boy, as well as a bladder full of piss. But if there’s one thing I can’t stand, it’s having a dirty dick. So, now you’re awake. Lucky you. You get to clean my dirty cock off, faggot. See all that slime all over it? That’s off your cunt. Probably a mixture of mine and your Owner’s cum, your natural pussy juice and my piss. You made the mess, faggot, you clean it up. Open wide, pig. Now. 

That’s it, boy, every inch needs cleaning. Get it right down the back of that throat. Yeah, boy, that’s what your cunt tastes like. I hope you like- 

Hold on a second, faggot, are you playing with yourself? Oh no. No no no don’t you fucking dare. Hands off. In fact, give ‘em here. New rule, boy. Every time you’re sucking on a cock from now on, there’ll be a decision to make. Either your hands get cuffed behind your back for the duration of the blow job, or your hands go up on the bloke’s chest and you work his nipples for him. It’s up to him, of course, your opinion obviously doesn’t ever matter. Me, I like getting my nips tugged on while I’m raping a boy’s throat. Hands up, pig. Yeah, fuckin’ pull on ‘em, boy. Harder. You do not, ever, touch your tiny little pin-dick without permission, d’you hear me, faggot? Not even to piss. The sooner that cock cage turns up, the better. I look forward to locking it myself before making you beg me to piss all over your face. 

Ah, if only your slut of a wife could see you now, eh? Servicing four blokes’ cocks one after the other without a word of complaint. It’s like you really know your place. Now keep tugging on them nipples, pig boy. It’s time to swallow my cum. You ready, faggot? Here it comes… here it comes… tug on ‘em, fucker, you fuuuuuucking dirty little SLUT. FUCK yeah, boy, swallow it all. Good pig. Now hold still. Time you swallowed a hot load of my beer piss, and all. Don’t you fucking move, boy. Here it comes. 

Aaaahhhhh, fuck yeah that feels so great. Drink it down, you slut. Y’know, I only live up the street and I had booked a plumber to come out to my house next week - pipes are backing up so using the bathroom is kinda iffy right now - but now I know your toilet pig mouth is gonna be readily available, I can just come round here when I need to piss, can’t I? I might just cancel him and get someone to rip the bathroom out entirely. Set up a fuck sling in there instead and have you over whenever I want. Sound good to you, pig? Hahaha - don’t even bother answering, boy, that pin-dick of yours just got rock hard. Too bad for you it’ll end up locked up in a cock cage for the rest of your life and be completely ignored. Hey Terry, when did you say this faggot’s cock cage turns up? Is it next week? Yeah? Hmmm, that’s far too long away for my liking, boy. Tell you what, guys - you three keep passing this faggot around between you. I’ll run home real quick - a boy I was chatting with online last month begged me to buy a collar and cock cage for him, but I haven’t mailed them to him yet. Cage’ll probably be a little too big for this pig’s needle-cock, but it’s better than nothing. Least then he can focus on being a full-time hole without getting distracted by his pathetic excuse for a pecker every five minutes. You guys carry on belting and breeding his cunt. I’ll be right back. 

TO BE CONTINUED…?

[xharleyrosex]

I know you've been thinking about me all night while your wallet burns a hole in your pocket .come give me what's mine 🖕

[thatdommegal2]

Our last play time. Subby starting to get some nice marks from the flogger. They were so pretty.😍 @thatdommegalsmarine