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Thad was not nearly as excited by the birthday gift as everyone else at the party. He was even less enthused by the large strap-on cock someone had affixed to the large teddy bear’s crotch. But, when presented with the option of birthday spankings...

Thad was not nearly as excited by the birthday gift as everyone else at the party. He was even less enthused by the large strap-on cock someone had affixed to the large teddy bear’s crotch. But, when presented with the option of birthday spankings from everyone in attendance, Thad quickly warmed up to the idea of mounting the toy.

His face flushed and he did his best to avoid eye contact with those around him. He didn’t really know any of them. Master invited them. Probably with the goal of being an audience for this. He tried to act nonchalant as he took the dildo slowly inside him.

Then the phone cameras came out. They were all filming his ordeal. Thad buried his face in the fur of the doll’s head, working his knees and hips. In and out. His own arousal was hidden from view, but firmly pressed against the tummy of the large pink doll.

“He likes it.” He heard his Master say. “This may become a nightly thing…”

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Hey look. I can still draw. I even revisited an abandoned picture. Wow :o

Not too impressed by the story. Whatever. Yay me for drawing.

Character came out looking way too young :I

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He was a good boy!
Master had told him so on several occasions. It had made him so blissfully happy to know that he had done something right and that his Owner would actually give him praise for it. But it was a...
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He was a good boy!

Master had told him so on several occasions. It had made him so blissfully happy to know that he had done something right and that his Owner would actually give him praise for it. But it was a double edged sword - it made him try ever so much harder to please.

At his Master’s command the boy had taken all of the heavy luggage in hand and scrambled up the stairs to the hotel room where his Master would be staying. He was not allowed to use elevators like real people; so he made quite the comical sight half-dragging, half-carrying the collection of his Owner’s belongings up flight after flight of stairs.

All the while his privates wagged like a dog’s tail between his legs in the chastity harness his Master had placed on him, drawing more than one curious glance from the hotel’s other denizens. Every movement stimulated his stretched organ which in turn caused him to whimper more than once in frustration and pain. But he was a good boy and endured it.

In the massive suite he worked frantically to unpack everything and put it in its rightful place. Master had said to meet him in the smoking lounge downstairs in fifteen minutes. The boy did not know how long had passed but he knew it wasn’t enough time.

Satisfied he turned and locked the door before sprinting back down the hall and down the stairs. In spite of his haste others still managed to swat him on his lean bottom or stroke the sensitive crown of his privates. It was a dripping, panting mess of a youth that finally staggered into the smoking lounge and took his place by his Master’s side.

“Thirteen minutes.” Came the smooth, sensuous sound of his Owner’s voice. Then, like music to his ears, “That’s a good boy. Now put this out, will you?”

It was not a request. Tears welled in the teen’s eyes, muscles tensed and he fidgeted wildly with his hands as the man ground his cigarette butt in to his delicate skin. But still the faint hint of a smile was about his mouth.

He was a good boy!

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The question comes up frequently what are my favorite books, films and bands. I count something that I come back to and listen/watch/read again and again as a favorite. Many are guilty pleasures or things I know few other people enjoy.

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A long-haul trucker in the lane next to them watched the whole thing. Several loud blares from his horn sounded his approval, or mockery. Tate didn’t know which. He simply winced and tried to stare a hole through the floor of the convertible.

Tate hugged his knees to his chest in hopes of trying to maintain some decency. His pale white skin shone with sweat and tanning lotion in the afternoon sun. He clothes, shoes, and socks littered the floor of the passenger’s seat.

Now he knew why Sir had shaved him the evening before. And applied sunscreen before they left on the roadtrip. How far was the beach? He watched the side of the road frantically for road signs.

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Finally getting a new group together after the unfortunate death of my previous DnD crew last year.
Percy - The rakish antiquarian. The artifacts that he finds have taken their toll on his mind and left him a might bit obsessive. Still, he somehow...

Finally getting a new group together after the unfortunate death of my previous DnD crew last year.

Percy - The rakish antiquarian. The artifacts that he finds have taken their toll on his mind and left him a might bit obsessive. Still, he somehow drives the group forward to adventure.

Pretz - The oafish bard. He says he’s a bard, but he can’t carry a tune. He does carry a massive sword. That’s an instrument he plays well.

Arabella - The blood witch. Mistaken for an urchin and then a priest, Arabella is a witch of some kind. I’m sure she’ll prove her value.

Gregor - The dashing ranger. Driven by his own personal greed and a misplaced friendship in Percy, Gregor plies his knowledge of the wild to the groups misadventures.

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