for @realbcys who wanted a 🎅 naughty christmas starter (still accepting) for dante

Lyndon's family of course knew how to throw quite the little party, social events were an elite sport for the Martin family and so what better way then to throw one on Christmas Eve. Excellent food, wine and much more and most of the neighbours were there. Lyndon was playing the role of the perfect son, dressed flawlessly and playing host and thanking others for their gifts with polite but repeated words of appreciation. Though one gift in particular with a rather specific card had was sat on his bed had most definitely caught him by surprise. So much so that he'd gone to find the man in question at the party, who he found drink in hand and seemingly by himself.

"Mister Fernandez, there you are. I thought perhaps a one one one little talk was in order after finding your...gift" He trailed off, eyes lingering on the man and while Lyndon looked perfectly posed and composed he was feeling a lot of other things. "Care to explain the gift and the wording of the card? Perhaps also the reasoning for placing it in my bedroom which I'm sure you're aware isn't a part of the party."

frankie esper steps in the ring against royal freeman (@realbcys)

If Frankie was able to make it in the federation, then just about anybody could make it in the federation. The man had a passing knowledge of the sport but once he put the work in, it was all uphill from there. He wasn't winning every single match, but he was winning far more than he was losing. He loved what he did now and he couldn't believe that this was the path that his life had taken. So it was only natural that he want to 'pay it forward' to somebody else.

He was out in the ring and hyping up the crowd. He remembered what it was that night and wanted to recreate that feeling.

"It's about that time of the night, folks! Which one of you feels like you've got luck on your side?!" He asks as he exits the ring and starts walking around, scanning and examining the crowd.

@realbcys liked for a starter from Lyrion

"It's heavier than I expected, Jules. Tighter too." Lyrion watched with interest as his lover secured the cage around his manhood. He reached to fiddle with it, marveling at the way it tugged at his balls; an unusual, albeit not uncomfortable, sensation. "Must've been expensive." He sat upright, legs spread so Jules could admire him. "What happens with the key? Do I keep hold of it or do you?"

@realbcys asked: situational gif meme #12 (M/M): Fabian Tamos (Michael Cimino) + Jean Paul Henderson (Lucien Laviscount) & Easton Clark (Alex Fitzalan), or ANY of your muses you feel fit better

MEME: 𝚂𝙸𝚃𝚄𝙰𝚃𝙸𝙾𝙽𝙰𝙻 𝙶𝙸𝙵 𝙿𝚁𝙾𝙼𝙿𝚃𝚂 STATUS: accepting

The three of them had been out and about together for days now, Easton taking them along to campaigns of his father and JP taking them to his photoshoot. They had a long ride ahead of them, 5 hours to be exact, and about halfway through Jean Paul was starting to get restless. He ran his hands all over Fabian's body until he finally got what he wanted, his shaft out for the other to blow. Easton continued to look at them through the mirror every now and then or turning his head, but things got too steamy. Most of their clothes were gone, Fabian was put on his knees, and JP was behind him. "Bet this wasn't on your roadtrip bingo card this morning." The model quipped as he thrusted his hips slowly into Fabian, jamming his shaft into the man's hole. He moved his left hand up, rubbing his nipple softly.

Being in the front seat was actually rare for him. Now he realized that he should've just gotten his driver to drive them so he could join in on the fun. For the most part his eyes were on the road, always a careful driver, but he did slow down whenever they were in the clear to look back at the two of them. Easton managed to fish out his hardened member from his pants too, idly stroking himself every now and then. "Fuck." He ran over one of the bumps to see JP thrust harder into Fabian, smiling softly at the result. "You're lucky I have to focus on the road, I wouldn't be going so soft on you."

@realbcys / replying to this in a new thread for organisational purposes!

ten snorted, oddly enamoured with royal's energetic demeanour. he was so far from tennessee's usual type -- whatever that meant, anyway, to a man who spent his life avoiding people as much as possible. "you're real fucking cute, you know that?" he said it like an accusation, mimicking royal's movements to tug his t-shirt off and toe off his shoes. his jeans were next, leaving him bare to the humid air, given he'd foregone underwear that morning. "there are easier ways to get me naked, you know. ones that involve air conditioning."

realbcys (Rion/Kyle)

@realbcys​

Kyle looked up at the clock for what he was sure was the 17th time that evening, letting out a little sigh as he just wondered what was taking Rion so long. The man had been called out to work what felt like it had to be hours ago and Kyle found himself getting more and more annoyed at the time Rion was taking. He tried to distract himself by working on his next great cosplay idea but his annoyance and worry had grown so much that he couldn’t do much. By the time he heard the door opening he had moved to the couch and was drumming his fingers against the arm of the chair. When he saw Rion he felt a very familiar feeling of adoration filling him and soon, a familiar ritual began “And just what the heck took you so long?” he said, standing up and certainly looking angry. he and Rion had discovered the intensity of anger/makeup sex and somehow it had developed into a fill on kink, one Kyle felt the need to start up “You said you were gonna be half an hour... it’s been like three hours, care to explain?” he had his hands on his hips, ready to go at it.

@realbcys​ got weis for sunil 

honestly he didn’t know how lucky he would be if he were stuck on the island with anyone other than sunil. thankfully for the artist, the man was used to the physical labor of growing crops and tending to animals. he felt like he had to give him something back, more than just constructing a large sos signal with branches and leaves out by the beach. “you can be honest with me, man.” weis cleared his throat as he looked over at the other. “if i’m not pulling my weight around here, just tell me what it is you need. i’m sure i have plenty of other skills while stuck on a deserted island than being the hot one who makes the signs.” he chuckled softly, the hot comment being more to keep than mood light than anything else. “you craving anything i can get for you?” 

"Public Class Slut" for Felix. Feel free to specify which muses you want to be there (or I'll pick a few).

Send me “Public Class Slut” for my muse to be used by multiple classmates at the same time as a cum dump during a lecture.

Felix had grown tired of the way he was seen by his classmates. It was almost funny how a classroom could be its very own ecosystem, a reflection of society, with everybody being assigned a label. The jocks, the popular ones... and, of course, Felix. The nerd. The math genius. The victim. The queer. As much as he liked to pretend he didn't care about how others saw him, it was getting tiring. Whether it was meant to be bullying or simply dumb jokes, it got on Felix's nerves... So he'd spoken up. Kiss my ass. Well, they were doing much more than just kissing it.

"F-fuck", he gasped, feeling a hand pin him against the desk while someone's dick rubbed against his lips. Someone else groping his ass, something pressing against his entrance. Had he gone from the geeky weakling to the class fucktoy now? Felix wasn't so sure if that was a step up or down on this social ladder... but from the way his own erection pressed against the desk underneath him, he certainly didn't mind it.

Jack ended up getting divorced after his wife came home one day and found Jack fucking a little slut named Benji. The guy had served him as his barista at that coffee shop; he had flirted with him, and Jack was a man with needs; his prude of a wife would no longer suck him off or let him fuck her, so Jack took Benji home and fucked him until he unloaded his balls into Benji several times. Honestly, he didn't give a shit about his wife finding out that day, even rubbing it in that the guy was so much better than her.

There was a divorce, and Jack ended up taking custody of Simon while his ex-wife and daughter ended up moving to another state. Jack was now living happily with his beautiful son, with whom he had gradually built up a very close and intimate relationship. Maybe it wasn't the most common, but Jack was a man with needs, and Simon being his beautiful boy, knowing that he was a beautiful hungry cocksucker slut, well, their father/son relationship maybe wasn't very common, but it worked very well, and the sex, fuck, the sex was much better with him than with his mother.

That day, Jack had arrived with a bag where he had bought several things for his baby boy, from jockstraps, thongs, and some lingerie, as he wanted to fuck Simon wearing that kind of garment. - Simon, I'm home! - exclaimed the man as he took off his jacket and hung it up, as well as his keys, went upstairs and walked to the boy's room, opening the door and showing the bag. - I bought you some stuff. How about showing daddy what you look like? - Jack smiled as he closed the door and tossed the bag to him, so his son could see the clothes.

@realbcys

💭 Kelly, lock your dick in chastity and throw away the key.

Command and Compel. Get your own!!

Kelly had plenty of time to not do this. Plenty of time.

First he had gotten a text. Or he thought he had gotten a text. He remembered the alert sound going off but he didn’t remember what the text actually said. But immediately after that, he had gotten this idea. It was a stupid idea. Possibly the stupidest idea that he had ever had. Something he would never do. So he brushed it aside, put his phone away, and actually made an effort to pay attention in class.

But his toes started tapping. And then his fingers started tapping. First right on the desk, and then there was a glare from the guy next to him, and he stilled a moment. But he couldn’t stay still long. His fingers wanted to move. Anxiety was growing. But at least he moved his hand so that the tapping was against the fabric of his jeans, at least. But the tapping against his thigh now, it sent shockwaves through his body, which was growing more and more sensitive.

By the time class was nearly over, he just couldn’t take it anymore. There was maybe five minutes left in class when he just could not wait another second, and so he left. Just left. His chair just made so much noise when he pushed back from the desk. All eyes turned to him. His own eyes went wide but there was nothing to do. He had to leave. So he did.

Out of the classroom and onto the bus. He knew where one of Those Stores was. Everybody knew. They had laughed about it, he and his friends. He had even gone in once, freshman year, not too long after he moved into the dorms. But they had just bought obscene-looking candy, had a laugh, and left. They didn’t … get anything. Not anything real.

Today, he was here for a purchase. He wandered the aisles for a minute. Found the shelf with what he needed. What he needed. But of course he didn’t know anything about these. He should have researched. (He shouldn’t buy one at all.) He had to ask a shopkeep, blushing and stammering the whole time. Luckily, they were knowledgeable, and not just a regular minimum wage dude. He left with a plain brown bag, which he hugged to his chest the whole ride home, convinced that his fellow riders knew exactly what was in his package. What would soon be on his package.

He was breathing hard when he got back to his room. His roommate wasn’t there; that was lucky. Kelly couldn’t have waited if he had been there. He pulled his clothes off in a rush, stripping naked. He pulled the packaging of the … device apart in an even bigger rush. Then, a moment of pause. Not of reflection, but of admiration: he turned the thing in his hands and just looked at it.

It was beautiful.

He grabbed the instructions and cursed when he saw that it was recommended he shaved. So that had to happen, cursing and trying to force himself to go slow enough to be safe. He was in a rush to get the thing on. He had to keep reminding himself: if he had to go to the hospital because of knicked balls? It would be a lot longer before he got it on. So with that manta, he managed to keep safe, although he did make a bit of a mess.

Finally hairless, he hopped in the shower. Got clean. Definitely should have jerked off. Didn’t. Just wanted to get there.

And then slowly, carefully, with great reverence, he placed himself in the cage. With a deep breath, he closed the lock. The click was loud in the empty room.

And then, at last, at last, he stalked over to the window. Still naked. Pulled open the blinds, pulled open the window, and then the screen.

With a huff, he tossed the key out of the fifth story window.

And then, finally, for the first time since he didn’t get that text,  he felt like he could breath. He stood in front of the bathroom mirror. Admired himself. He looked amazing. He looked…

“Wait.” What the fuck had he just done?

About that time, he heard a sound from the other room: His phone again. A text message. He was sure he turned it off. Curious, he left the bathroom, still naked (as naked as he could get now, anyway) to see what the message was.

continued from here | nathan poured michael (@realbcys) a warm drink

Nathan was so plastered he didn't even really think about what he was doing when he unzipped his pants and pulled his dick out. The witch didn't know anyone at the party besides Michael, so it's not like he cared if any of them saw him.

Grabbing the empty cup from his friend, he placed it right under his cockhead and with a sigh, started to release a steady stream of warm, yellowish piss; he had been drinking for a few hours now, so his bladder was full of beer, enough to fill the cup to the brim and even spill some over, which he licked clean from his own fingers.

With a dazed laugh, Nathan handed the cup back to Michael, and laughed again at his reaction. "Well, if you think about it," he grinned "I've had, what, like? Actually, I lost count of how many drinks. But it was a lot. So there is alcohol in there."

He was only joking, of course, and his drunk brain thought it was hilarious — Nathan didn't actually think Michael would drink it. He even played along, handing him a shot of vodka. So his jaw dropped when his friend counted down and tipped the cup over, chugging it down in a single breath. After about five seconds, the shock gave way to humour, and Nathan chanted "chug! chug! chug!" in support; some guys even joined the chant, not even realizing what the boy was really chugging.

"Dude!" he said in disbelief once the cup was finally empty, bursting out into drunken laughter once again. "That was fucking insane! It was a joke, my man. YOU ACTUALLY DRANK MY P-" He cut himself off, noticing his voice was way too loud. "You actually drank piss, dude! You're nuts. That's nuts."

And fucking hot, he thought to himself. Humour gave way to arousal as he thought about what Michael had just done, his still exposed cock growing even while still soft and hanging out of his zipped-down pants. "What, uh — what did it taste like?"

[ CUT ] ♡ ; [ SPANK ] ♡ ; From your Leo to your choice of muse.

"Hmm, what's wrong professor? Is this disiplinary not going how you thought it would?" Leo asked, faked innocence and obvious teasing in his voice as his hand came down to spank Julian's ass again - his professor mostly still clothed other than the trousers pulled down enough to show that incredible ass and the mans underwear all but shreds on the floor after Leo had been done with it. Just a harmless little parnk to get back at his professor for making him come to this meeting. One that was supposed to be a disciplinary one for Leo for missing so many lectures yet as always Leo found a way to make things fun for him.

"If you like I could give you a second to collect yourself, give you a chance to take control back in this little meeting professor. But not sure you could even if you tried" He remarked, grinning shamelessly and enjoying teasing and challenging to the older man. And giving that ass just one more spank for good measure.

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"There's my little slut boy" Colt grinned as his boyfriend came back to the bedroom from his shower, wrapped in a towel and looking as sexy as ever. They had been at Noah's family home for a couple of days now, meeting his parents and brothers for the first time, and Colt was at the point of feeling comfortable and devious as he usually was when it was just the two of them. He'd been on his best behaviour so far with just the occasional teasing of his submissive, obedient boyfriend in front of his family, but he had every intention of turning it up a few notches that afternoon.

Colt wanted Noah's family to know just exactly how much of a submissive slut he was and hell he was interested to see how they would react. He'd seen the way they looked at his man every now and then and honestly when it was someone as beautiful as Noah how could anyone not want to wreck him. "Come give us a kiss" he said, patting his lap where he sat on the bed, "I have a choice for you to make before we go downstairs". They were supposed to join the others to watch the game and it started soon but Colt had a plan he needed to get the other to follow first.

On one side of him he had laid out an outfit for his boyfriend which consisted of a baby blue cut off crop top which would hang just slightly below the other's chest, with the words 'Daddy's boy' on the front, a thin lace pastel pink jock-strap, and a lightly patterned mini skirt that would rest easily on Noah's thin waist and fall to about halfway down his thighs to maintain easy access and likely reveal what was underneath anytime he bent over. On the other side was a small box with a remote controlled vibrating butt plug inside which Colt had linked to his phone.

"Your choice baby, the outfit, or the plug...and if you take too long to decide I'll make you choose both" He mused, running a hand over his boyfriend's tight young body, an evil glint in his eye. “Either way I'm going to expose you to your family tonight, and you're gonna let me aren't you, you dirty lil pig?”

@realbcys

Mitchell was... Pleased. Yes. Pleased that he'd managed to get to the spot he was in this quickly. Sure, there had been some ups and downs in growing a criminal organization; but right now, as he waited for his next delivery, he reflected on how big he was. And the reflection took him back to early on, when he was still just loaning out money and trying to grow from just that. How there was never anyone who really got away with scamming him. Until Aiden. He'd loaned Aiden the money, made him sign the contract, and yet, Aiden still ran away. So, once he was big enough to do so, he started occasionally sending someone out to figure out where the one who succeeded on scamming him went. Eventually he found Aiden and waited for the man to come back to the city for the revenge of sorts.

Which was how he found himself sitting in his large chair behind his desk, Aiden tied to the chair on the other side of the desk bruised and slightly bloody, and his two retrievers not looking so good either, though still awake unlike Aiden. They had called on the way to tell Mitchell that Aiden had put up a fight, but to this level he did not expect. He would definitely have to be careful with how he let Aiden do things himself, but that was a thought for after this new introduction. Eventually, though, Aiden did start to wake; so Mitchell cleared his throat and gave a slightly condensending wave. "Good morning sleepyhead. Long time no see. You remember me?"

@realbcys​ from here Grant could swear that he could hear his heart hammering in his chest and Fabian had to be able to hear it too. God, why was he so nervous? It wasn’t like it would be the first time they hung out by themselves, but it would be the first time where it was specifically planned. Grant rubbed his thumb along the strap of his bag while he played with the hem of his shirt with the other hand.

Grant let out a sigh of relief when Fabian smiled at him, rather than just laughing in his face. That was a good sign at least. Grant hadn’t actually expected Fabian to laugh at him, but there had still been that little fear that the other wasn’t actually feeling the same way. Grant smiled right back at Fabian, completely unable to resist the other man’s smile even as Grant blushed.

Grant nodded immediately at Fabian’s clarifying questions. “Yeah. Just you and me.” His breath caught in his throat and his mouth suddenly felt very dry when Fabian stepped up closer to him. His lips subconsciously parted as Fabian reached for him and Grant stepped a little closer himself. “Y-yeah?” Grant swallowed hard as he lifted one of his own hands to rest on the other’s shoulder. “It’s a date...”