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Turns out my football jock roommate is also an All American cocksucker.

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When I see how into him my husband is, I know that I’ve lost the battle.

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Turns out my Black Studies prof is just a hungry pussy.

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Father and son. We’re both ready to perform for you, Sir.

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Hey, bud. I came over your place looking to hang with you. But you weren’t there. Luckily your Dad was, and we spent some time together.

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Ready for the day.

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Hey, bud. I came over your place looking to hang with you. But you weren’t there. Luckily your Dad was, and we spent some time together.

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The “King” hides his face, ashamed to be performing for a roomful of horny faggots. Of course, his tattoo identifies him just as effectively as his face. And the video of his performance goes viral.

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SLURP SLURP SLURP

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SLURP

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The eyebrows too.

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My therapist asked me more and more about my obsession with certain sexual situations: older men doing more and more outrageous things to please me while I ignore them.

Today, when I walked into his office, he was displaying himself like this. I sat down and started talking: “So, last time I was saying …”

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Hey, guys, I’m Ray. I’ve just started as a personal trainer at a fancy gym. The clients are older, and richer, than I’m used to. And a bunch of them have been coming on to me. Here are four of them.

Ken’s some kind of hotshot exec.

Roy owns the gym.

Duncan’s a divorce lawyer.

Michael’s a shrink.

What do you think guys?

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Ready for the day.

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I wonder why Dad isn’t home yet. He went to Rick’s house to “teach him a lesson” about bullying.

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Often, a bully is really just waiting for a bigger bully to come along.

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He strides into my board meeting with confidence. Clearly, he expects me to be surprised. He doesn't belong here, but he's arranged a coup--the young tech genius intent on taking down, and taking over, the man who built the most successful tech conglomerate ever. That's me, by the way.

He's spent weeks planning, scheming, bribing, blackmailing, and he know that, as of last night, he has the support of 68% of my board. What he hasn't counted on is my having a full network of loyal spies. We've been watching his every move, and countering it. Almost all of the support he's gained against me has been turned back around. I'm no stranger to planning, scheming, bribing, and blackmailing.

So, when he walks in, I just smile and invite him to take a seat. He smiles, too--maybe he thinks I'm ready to acquiesce, to cede control, to acknowledge the brilliance of his plan.

But when we finally get to the vote, one by one the votes for his hostile takeover abandon him. I'm left firmly in control.

He looks a little stunned, and I almost feel sorry for him. This is probably the first loss of his career. So, I invite him back to my office, pour him a drink, chat with him about his new wife and his comfortable life.

It's 3 p.m. now, and--right on schedule--he starts getting texts. He ignores them at first, continuing to chat, getting slowly drunk on my good whiskey. But then he can't help himself: he glimpses the alarmed messages arriving on his phone.

I've sent my own agents to his company, taking advantage of his absence. They've organized an emergency meeting of the board. And by 3:20 it's clear that he's lost control of the company he built from scratch.

By 3:30, he realizes the full extent of his loss, and looks over at me, anger in his eyes. "You did this to me, you prick!"

I smile back, enjoying his pain. "That's right, little man. That's what you get for your overreach. I own everything now. Well, almost everything. I've let you keep your house and your car. And your wife. For now."

His anger has turned into a stunned silence. And then, too predictably, he starts to cry.

"That's pretty pathetic. I thought you were a player. But you're way out of your depth. I'm not sure you deserve to keep anything."

He looks alarmed, imagining losing his house and car and wife, too.

"Don't worry, boy. I'll let you keep them for now. But you know that I can take them away whenever I want, right?"

He sniffles, shakes his head yes.

"Say it, boy!"

"Yes, I know, Sir."

"Good boy. So, why don't you go home now to your wife and comfort yourself with her. But while you make love to her, remember that at any moment I can take her from you. It'll probably excite you to think about that."

He looks uncomfortable, shifts in his seat. I think his cock is hard.

"Now, get out of here, you pathetic loser! I'll be calling on your services soon. But for now, you can just console yourself with what you have left."

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