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The rain hammered hard against the roof. Ryan sat in his living room with the lights low. He was thirty nine and had been divorced for almost two years. Being a firefighter meant long shifts and quiet nights at home. He liked it that way. Tonight the storm made everything feel even more closed in.

A loud knock came at the front door. Ryan frowned and walked over. When he opened it he saw his new next door neighbor standing there completely soaked. Liam was twenty nine with messy dark hair and a
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    Arthur came back up the stairs carrying a large, black leather duffel bag. Leo was still sprawled naked on the lounge pad, cum leaking steadily from his well-used hole. The billionaire dropped the bag on the deck with a heavy thud and unzipped it. He didn't let Leo look inside. He just pulled out a thick, stainless steel butt plug with a sparkling blue sapphire embedded in the base.

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    Leo froze, his heart hammering against his ribs. His ass was still high in the air, the fat head of Arthur's cock pressed firmly against his slick, trembling hole. He turned his head slightly to see who had come out onto the sun deck.It was Klaus, the yacht's captain. Klaus was a tall, stern German man in his late thirties, wearing his crisp white uniform. He stood frozen in the doorway, his eyes wide as he took in the scene on the lounge pad. His billionaire boss, completely naked and slick with sweat, mounting a naked boy in the bright Mediterranean sun.Arthur did not flinch. He did not let go of Leo's throat. He simply looked up at the captain, his blue eyes cold and commanding. "Captain Klaus. What is it?"Klaus cleared his throat, his face turning a deep shade of red. He kept his eyes fixed firmly on the horizon. "My apologies, Mr. Sterling. We are approaching a squall. The seas are picking up. I came to advise you to move indoors."Arthur chuckled, the vibration rumbling throu

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    Leo's jaw ached, and tears streamed down his cheeks, but he was in heaven. He loved being used. He loved the weight of the billionaire's cock on his tongue, the rough grip on his hair, and the dominant grunts falling from Arthur's lips. Leo's own cock was throbbing wildly between his legs, completely untouched and leaking a steady stream of precum onto the white lounge pad.Arthur pulled his cock out of Leo's mouth with a loud, wet pop. Leo gasped for air, coughing and panting, his chin dripping with his own spit. Arthur slapped his heavy, wet cock against Leo's flushed cheeks, the sound sharp and degrading."You suck me so well, boy. But I did not come up here for a blowjob," Arthur said, his voice rough and breathless. He reached over to a small side table next to the lounge pad and grabbed a bottle of high-end lubricant he had placed there earlier. He popped the cap and poured a thick glob directly onto his fingers."Turn around. Face the water. Stick that ass up in the air for me,

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    The Mediterranean sun was unforgiving, beating down on the teak deck of the two-hundred-foot superyacht like a hammer on an anvil. Leo was sprawled face down on a plush white lounge pad, his skin glistening with a mixture of sweat and expensive tanning oil. He wore nothing but a tiny, white speedo that left absolutely nothing to the imagination. The thin, stretched fabric barely contained the plump curve of his ass, and the string ties rested high on his sharp hip bones.Leo was twenty-one, toned, and completely spoiled. Three months ago, he had been serving overpriced lattes at a cafe in Monaco when Arthur Sterling walked in. Arthur was fifty-three, a ruthless British shipping billionaire, and a man who was used to writing checks to get exactly what he wanted. He had taken one look at Leo's lean body and pretty face, slapped a black Amex on the counter, and told the boy his life was about to change.Now, Leo was cruising the open ocean on a floating palace, wearing clothes bought by

  • Yes Sir: Steamy BL Shorts   Chapter 3: pump your cum on me

    Leo's vision was blurring at the edges. The combination of the thick cock pounding into his prostate, the friction on his neglected cock, and the large hand wrapped around his throat was pushing him to the very edge of sanity. He was fighting a losing battle against his own climax, his balls drawn up so tight they ached."Please," Leo wheezed, his hands frantically gripping Father Dominic's thick wrists. "Daddy, please. I'm going to explode."Father Dominic did not let up. If anything, his thrusts became even more savage. He was like a man possessed. His dark eyes were locked onto Leo's face, watching every flicker of pleasure and pain with a predatory intensity. He leaned down, his rough stubble scraping against Leo's cheek as he brought his mouth to the boy's ear."You feel that, Leo?" the priest grunted, slamming his hips forward so hard the wooden bed frame cracked against the plaster wall. "You feel how deep your Priest Daddy is inside you? I am stretching you out. I am claiming

  • Yes Sir: Steamy BL Shorts   Chapter 2: You are so tight

    Leo stood outside the heavy oak door of the rectory at exactly eight fifty-eight. The night air was cool, but it did nothing to calm the fire burning under his skin. He was vibrating with nervous energy. He had done exactly as Father Dominic instructed. He was wearing a simple pair of grey sweatpants and a plain white t-shirt. Underneath the sweatpants, he was bare. His cock was half-hard already, the soft friction of the cotton driving him crazy.At exactly nine o'clock, the door clicked open. Father Dominic stood in the doorway, backlit by the warm, dim light of the interior. He had changed out of his formal clerical vestments. He was wearing a simple black t-shirt that clung to his broad, muscular chest, and a pair of loose black sleep pants. He looked less like a priest and more like a lumberjack."Get inside," the priest said, his voice low and dangerous.Leo stepped across the threshold into the quiet rectory. The door shut behind him with a heavy thud, followed by the distinct

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