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MARCELLO HERNÁNDEZ Dying For Sex 1.03

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JOSHA STRADOWSKI Just Friends (2018)

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The Christmas Present

For Christmas last year, I 3D printed a few reusable vouchers for my boyfriend. The rules were simple: Each week he could turn in the vouchers any time we were home alone, and at the end of the week, he would get all of his vouchers back. He had the following vouchers:

Take off your shirt

Take off your pants

Give me your underwear

Change into sluttier shorts

Change into sluttier underwear

Get naked

It was fun to give my boyfriend control over my wardrobe when we were home together. There would be nights when I would get home from work and the "Get Naked" voucher would be waiting for me on the doorstep. I'd have to spend the evening cooking, doing laundry, working out, or lounging around watching TV completely naked.

After the first few months, on a night when I'd come home to the "Get Naked" voucher, my husband and I were snuggled together on the couch, him fully clothed, and me without a stitch of clothing on. He sat up, running his hands across my pecs while he looked me up and down from crown to toes.

"You're fucking gorgeous," he said, his fingers sliding down to my stomach and fluffing my happy trail. "I know those vouchers were just for me, but I wish I could show you off to a few of our friends."

My dick hardened at the thought, and my boyfriend noticed, fixing his eyes onto my cock, and sliding his hand to wrap around me.

"I think you'd love that too, wouldn't you?" He asked, spitting into his hand, and then returning it to my penis to start slowly stroking.

"Imagine coming home one day, and I have a couple of my best friends over," he said, while the pleasure built in my crotch.

"I hand you the 'Take off your shirt,' voucher," he said, and I thrust my hips into his hand. "And you have to do it, right there in front of me and my best friends."

I arched my back to sat up and to kiss him on the mouth.

"I let you stay like that for a few minutes," he said, breaking away from my mouth. "I lull you into a false sense of security, and then I hand you 'Change Into Sluttier shorts. You have to do it. And, now you can see that I've set out those mesh shorts of yours on the coffee table. So, you slide off your work slacks in front of me and your best friends, and you're wearing just your boxer briefs for a few seconds before you slide the mesh shorts back over your underwear."

I moaned as I thrust harder into his spit-lubed hand, my cock starting to leak precum. He leaned in and kissed my throat, his other hand reaching down and squeezing my balls gently.

"You're looking around for a pair of sluttier underwear," he whispered in my ear. "You're trying to predict my next move, but I'm unpredictable. When I give you the next voucher, it's the 'Give me your underwear' one."

I almost came. I pushed hard into his palm, but he'd let go. All the orgasmic energy backslid for a moment, and I panted in my boyfriend's arms.

"Not yet," he said, gently grabbing my cock again, and slowly, slowly sliding my precum down my shaft. "We haven't finished the story yet."

I settled in, now, knowing that my boyfriend wanted to edge me now.

"So, now, you have to strip off your underwear," my boyfriend said, releasing my cock, and tracing a few of my veins with his fingers. "I make you do it in front of my friends. You have to shuck off your shorts and your undies. For a moment, you're butt-naked in front of my friends and me, and we can all see how much you're loving it."

I moaned again. My toes curled as his gentle tracing brought me nearly to the edge again.

"Let me finish the story," my boyfriend said, pulling his hands back again, and laughing.

He leaned forward, grabbing me around the waist and pulling me in for a few open-mouth kisses. Then he traced my throat and collar bones with his lips and tongue.

"And finally, when I know that you're loving it, and I can tell that my friends are loving watching your ass and cock bounce around in that tight, transparent mesh of yours, I play my trump card. I hand you the "Get naked' voucher."

He wrapped his hand back around my cock, and began to pump seriously, using his saliva and my precum as his lube.

"You slide off those mesh shorts," he says, and I know he's going to let me orgasm this time. "And you step out, naked as the day you were born. Your stiff cock bounces in front of my best friends and me."

I pictured it all in my head: The humiliation. The absolute submission to three clothed men while I stood naked, completely naked in front of them. The shame. The self-consciousness. The hungry eyes staring me up and down. The delight.

"I keep you like that for the whole night." My boyfriend said.

And it's the final threshold before the orgasm. I thrust and thrust and thrust while he squeezed, tightening his grip on the contours of my cock as it swelled and squirted. I moaned in his arms, as I came across his t-shirt, as a glob landed on his chin, as I rode the waves of pleasure, naked and coming in his arms.

"You serve us drinks. You sit between us on the couch while we play video games. Your body is on display for any of the three of us to look over, to touch, to hold."

He pushed me beyond the limits of pleasure, the sensation in my cock grown overly sensitive.

"I think, that since you liked that so much, maybe someday, I might just make that story a reality," he said, releasing my dick, and letting me flop, limp back onto the couch. "Would you like that?"

I sat there for a few moments, the post-nut clarity settling in, and my fear and shame returning to me, before a braver voice spoke up.

"I'd love that," I said, my voice wavering but honest.

"Just you wait." He said, running his hand through the cum left on my stomach. "Just you wait."

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I wrote this story for Patreon but sadly, it got reported, so I'm posting it here instead!

Ollie attends a Halloween party and ends up getting drugged, jerked off, stripped and left chained up outside!

Ollie had been excited for the Halloween party for weeks! He’d put in extra time at the gym so that his Captain America costume really showed off his muscular body. The Lycra hugged every muscle and curve and he knew he would get laid at least once wearing such a hot costume.

The party was being held at his buddy Brett’s house, and when he arrived, there were pumpkins all over the front lawn, and people milling around in all sorts of costumes. There were some, like him, who’d really made an effort, like a guy he used to play ball with who was wearing an Incredible Hulk costume. And then there were those who clearly made no effort at all, like the guy wearing just a pair of denim shorts and a cowboy hat.

Everyone was immediately focused on Ollie in his Captain America costume. At 6'4, he usually got a lot of attention, but with his muscular frame and his juicy bubble butt packed into his skintight costume, there wasn't a single person that didn't look his way.

What Ollie didn't know was that one of the guys in attendance used to go to the same college, and experienced Ollie's snide remarks and childish pranks. Ollie had always been a typical frat bro during his college years, which meant that he'd picked on more than his fair share of guys.

Paul was one of those guys, and he was dressed in a fairly reserved Gandalf costume, grateful to hide behind his beard and cloak so that the guy who'd made his college years miserable didn't recognise him. As an art major, Paul had never been the most popular guy, but for some reason, Ollie had made it his mission to tease and bully Paul whenever he could, and Paul had held that grudge ever since.

After a few hours, the party was in full swing and there were very few people who weren't drunk, making out with someone or dancing.

Paul was the exception. He'd just finished his second paper cup of Diet Coke and was finally ready to put his long awaited revenge plan into action.

Ollie had just finished doing shots with a group of guys who were all cheering and yelling at their success. Ollie stumbled back from them and headed towards the kitchen to grab another beer.

"You after another beer?" Paul said to Ollie, holding out an opened bottle.

Ollie grinned. "Sweet! I sure was."

Paul watched with suppressed glee as Ollie downed most of the bottle, utterly unaware of the dregs of the drug that had been floating in the liquid.

Paul watched the seconds tick by as Ollie told him about the epic round of shots he'd just done. Within a matter of minutes, he started to slur and then shook his head as if trying to clear it.

"You okay there, bud?" Paul asked in his best bro voice.

"I feel a bit . . . weird," Ollie said, leaning against the kitchen counter.

"Let me help you outside to get some air," Paul said, grinning behind his fake beard.

At 5'9, it wasn't particularly easy for Paul to help Ollie outside, but he managed it, and with no one noticing them.

The backyard was off limits for the party - partly because it was already cold out, and because the guy hosting didn't want anyone drunkenly drowning in his pool.

Thankfully, Paul had secured the key to the back door early on, and was already locking it behind him so that he and Ollie wouldn't be disturbed.

"How are you feeling?" Paul asked as Ollie leaned against the wall, his pupils blown and his mouth slightly open.

"It's so hot," Ollie said, tugging at his costume.

"No worries. Let me help you out of that costume and then you'll feel a lot cooler."

Paul had been desperate to get Ollie naked since his first year of college, and now he finally had his chance.

"You lean there big guy and I'll get this costume off you."

"Ah thanks man," Ollie slurred.

Paul wasted no time in pulling the headpiece away from Ollie's brown curls before unzipping the back of the costume from Ollie's neck to the top of his butt. A quick peek inside the costume revealed that Ollie was commando, and Paul couldn't hide his smile as he pulled the material off of Ollie's shoulders and down his arms.

The reveal of Ollie's meaty pecs and flat stomach happened too quickly for Paul's liking, but he was almost greedily removing the costume, in the desperate hope that he'd have more time with Ollie naked.

"Nearly there," Paul said as he tugged the costume down to Ollie's knees, freeing his thick cock and muscular thighs.

Paul practically drooled at the sight before him, before manoeuvring Ollie's feet up one at a time so he could remove the rest of the onesie.

Ollie naked was even more impressive than Paul had imagined and he couldn't stop himself from running his hands over Ollie's pecs and tweaking his perfect nipples.

"Mmmm fuck yeah baby," Ollie moaned, his eyes rolled back.

Pete hadn't planned on Ollie reacting in that way, and hadn't intended to do anything sexual to Ollie at all, but maybe he could? Maybe he could play with him a little more.

Pete ran his hands down Ollie's back to his juicy bubble butt, squeezing his cheeks and massaging them, before running a finger between his meaty globes, which elicited a giggle and a moan from Ollie.

By now, Pete had noticed that Ollie's cock was at half mast, and as much as he knew that he shouldn't, he couldn't stop himself.

Pete reached out and wrapped his hand around Ollie's 7 inch dick, which immediately pulsed itself to a full blown erection.

"Oh fuck, that feels good."

Laughing to himself at how well his plan had ended up, Pete started to jerk Ollie's cock, using his free hand to either play with Ollie's balls, tweak and tease his nipples or grope his epic cheeks.

After a few minutes, Pete could feel the damp coating of precum over his hand as he jerked Ollie faster. Ollie's breathing was ragged, his eyes still rolled back as he tried to thrust his hips but couldn't do more than twitch where he leaned back against the wall.

"Oh fuck, oh fuck," Ollie moaned.

Pete watched in awe as Ollie's balls tightened and then his cock spewed a hot load all over his hand. Pete continued jerking him until Ollie begged him to stop.

With his hand covered in Ollie's cum, Pete couldn't resist tasting it and savoured the salty drop that he licked from his wrist.

"Maybe you should try some," Pete said, pushing one of his fingers into Ollie's mouth.

"That tastes like me," Ollie giggled.

"Yes it does," Pete agreed.

Pete realised that he didn't have much time left, and pushed Ollie's costume into the rucksack under his cloak, after pulling out the couple of items he needed . . . handcuffs and zip ties.

In his drugged state, Ollie was easy to get into position, and once Pete had him leaning forward, his hands cuffed and tied to the window frame, Pete pulled out his paint palette and got to work.

An hour later, Pete stepped back from his handiwork and took as many photos as he could. He then slid his hand between Ollie's spread legs and stroked his cock until he was fully hard again.

"Wait! What's going on?" Ollie asked, the slur gone from his voice.

"Oh, you're about to find out!" Pete said in his ear.

Pete unlocked the back door, flicked the switch for the floodlights and yelled for people to come and check out the back yard.

People immediately started to drunkenly pass each other out of the way to get through the door, and when they did get outside, they were treated to the sight of Ollie, bent over, legs spread, butt naked, with a pumpkin painted over his thick bubble butt, his hard cock bobbing between his legs.

"Now that's my kinda pumpkin," one of the guys yelled.

Pete stayed and watched people taking photos with Ollie's painted butt, watched people stroke his cock and watched some people grope or slap his cheeks. But after a while, he snuck out of the party to go home and jerk off before he exploded. He'd recorded everything he'd done with Ollie, and couldn't wait to rewatch the footage.

But the following day, Pete would be even happier when his former bully was all over social media, with Pete's expert painting on every single post!

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