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"Just ignore him, cutie," Sam said on the screen, when Lucas looked back at Owen again, after they'd kissed. "I just really need to get off, and I always fucking cum so hard with you, my sweet little Luke," Sam grinned, as he playfully gripped Lucas and pinned him down on the bed. "You had any fun today? Anyone play with this hole?" he asked, before putting two fingers in his mouth, wetting them, and then roughly prodding at Lucas's hole.

"Fuck," Sam grunted on the sofa, as he began to fist his cock. He had a perfect view of his own fingers playing with Lucas's hole.

Owen whimpered, his eyes dropping to the obvious bulge in Sam's pants - his man was clearly ready to be serviced, and now he'd messed up his chance at doing that. Being called a 'cuck bitch' softened the blow slightly - his cock visibly jumping at those words, alone. "I would have appreciated it very, very much...but of course, I totally understand that I lost my chance at that. I just hope you're not gonna go without the attention you want just 'cause I can't give it to you..." He registered Sam's orders, including the threat of what he'd be in for if he so much as snuck a glance at Sam while he worke don his task. It sounded impossible. How could anyone, even with years of practice under their belt keep from looking at Sam when he was that close? Owen let out a shaky breath, genuinely unsure of whether he'd succeed at this - but he knew he had to try. "I...I understand, Sir." He nodded, ducked his gaze and crawled to the toy affixed tot he wall. Gingerly, he back up onto it, eyes rolling back and a loud moan falling from his lips once it filled him up to the hilt. Only then, he took the pen and began to shakily scrawl out the first of his hundred lines, all while he rode the toy, moving rhythmically back and forth, which made completing even a single line difficult, thanks to the pleasure he got from the toy, which was only amplified from how long it had been since he'd last came.

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Sam watched Owen crawl over to the toy, and push back onto it. He knew his boy would be able to take it without much effort, but it would still fill him up nicely. Once Owen began to try writing his lines, Sam turned the TV on and immediately began to stream a video file from his phone. Owen wouldn't be able to see the screen from his position, but the audio was unmistakably from the night before.

Sam had invited Lucas upstairs after his shift, and had tied Owen to a chair in the corner of the bedroom. He'd also blindfolded and put headphones on Owen, as well as filling him with a dildo, with a vibrator pressed against his balls. Everything Owen could hear was brand new information to him. Lucas's unmistakable laughter filled the room as the slave walked in, clearly aimed at Owen.

"Just ignore him, cutie. I just really needed to plow some hole right now, and if it comes to you or him, obviously I'm choosing you," Sam said on the screen with equal laughter in his tone.

Sam, on the couch, pulled his pants down and began to palm his cock, as he kept one eye on Owen.

Owen whimpered, his eyes dropping to the obvious bulge in Sam's pants - his man was clearly ready to be serviced, and now he'd messed up his chance at doing that. Being called a 'cuck bitch' softened the blow slightly - his cock visibly jumping at those words, alone. "I would have appreciated it very, very much...but of course, I totally understand that I lost my chance at that. I just hope you're not gonna go without the attention you want just 'cause I can't give it to you..." He registered Sam's orders, including the threat of what he'd be in for if he so much as snuck a glance at Sam while he worke don his task. It sounded impossible. How could anyone, even with years of practice under their belt keep from looking at Sam when he was that close? Owen let out a shaky breath, genuinely unsure of whether he'd succeed at this - but he knew he had to try. "I...I understand, Sir." He nodded, ducked his gaze and crawled to the toy affixed tot he wall. Gingerly, he back up onto it, eyes rolling back and a loud moan falling from his lips once it filled him up to the hilt. Only then, he took the pen and began to shakily scrawl out the first of his hundred lines, all while he rode the toy, moving rhythmically back and forth, which made completing even a single line difficult, thanks to the pleasure he got from the toy, which was only amplified from how long it had been since he'd last came.

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Sam shook his head down at Owen. "And here I was, trying to be nice to my boy. Over a week into being a little cuck bitch, I thought you'd appreciate at least getting to suck on my balls while I jerk off," he grinned wickedly, but then he sighed as if his plans had been thwarted. He pointed at the wall next to the TV, where he'd put the dildo. "You're going to ride that toy, and while you're doing that, I want one hundred lines: I will not keep my Master waiting," Sam explained, "and you'd better not look up at me until those lines are done, Owen. I mean it, you won't like what happens if you disobey me."

Owen looked up at Sam with wide, expectant eyes, his chest heaving as he waited for Sam to acknowledge that he was there. When he stood and walked away, Owen's first thought was to follow, but before he could act on that instinct, Sam was back and setting the scene with a suction-cupped dildo to the wall. Owen's eyes fell to the notepad and pen curiously, then to the dildo, then back to Sam. When Sam announced how long it had actually taken him, Owen groaned, disappointed in himself as Sam took his seat in front of Owen once more. "Totally agreed, Sir. I'm sorry...I really tried...but you deserve better than that." Owen said softly, knowing he had a punishment coming, and he was at peace with that.

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Sam didn't pay attention to Owen's arrival, he wasn't remotely surprised that Owen had figured out where he was. He could always rely on Owen to do what he had to do to obey an order. But he also knew that the five minute limit had been too tight, which had been the whole point.

He stayed silent for a full minute after Owen practically fell at his feet, and then stood up and walked away. Sam came back a few moments later, and suction-cupped a dildo to the wall at hands-and-knees level, and placed a notepad and pen in front of it. "Five minutes and three seconds," Sam said finally, as he sat back down in front of Owen. "I think we're both agreed that I should never be kept waiting for anything I want, correct?"

Text: I don't care where you are in the hotel, you have five minutes to be naked and kneeling in front of me.

Text: Oh my god, okay! Yes, Sir! Just, umm - where are you? I could run and check the cameras, but if you tell me, I'll get to you even faster, Sir!

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Text: I might be in our suite, I might be in the bar. I'm not really in the mood to make this easy for you, baby.

Text: I don't care where you are in the hotel, you have five minutes to be naked and kneeling in front of me.

Text: Oh my god, okay! Yes, Sir! Just, umm - where are you? I could run and check the cameras, but if you tell me, I'll get to you even faster, Sir!

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No problem.

Good, that sounds awesome. I'm doing okay, as long as I've got my family around me I'm always okay.

Still got this date memorised.

Happy birthday, Elliott. How are you doing?

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Still got this date memorised.

Happy birthday, Elliott. How are you doing?

It's my birthday!

Keeping it a little more lowkey this year but beyond happy to be here celebrating with those I love and care for.

What are some birthday traditions that everyone likes to do?

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Sam smiled at the way Harper dipped his head at the compliment. It didn't take much to realise that Harper felt alienated, considering one of the first things Harper had done when he'd arrived was set up an arrangement with Sam. "It is," Sam said, with a simple nod. "I know I can trust him with anything. I'm sure that's something you'll find soon."

Sam chuckled, and clinked their flutes together in a toast. "I'll always make that toast," he smiled. "Based on my own time at the institute, things are always easier when the students stick together and help each other, so you're doing a great thing here," he nodded, as he glanced around at the people attending the event. Sam grinned, always happy to hear compliments about Owen. "He really knows how to run this place, he's amazing," he beamed happily.

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It's almost like my favourite thing in the world to do is take care of my boy and make sure he's having the best time ever <3

You'd definitely be the best one for your job, but it could take up a lot of your time. We could work some kind of option out for it.

Good boy. And a quick warning, baby, if you're not in double digits by the time I come get you, I'm punishing you in front of them.

Of course its okay. You'll sit in my lap, I'll put my arms around you, and make sure you're focusing.

I'm tempted to make something like this part of your permanent duties. Taking care of the slaves sexually.

Lick it up. Then go to the slave floor, and anyone who wants a blowjob, gets one. Mouth only, your hole's off limits until I've fucked it after my shift.

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Sam grinned to himself as Stevie walked in. He definitely didn't expect to have this kind of relationship with his little brother before Stevie had arrived, but he couldn't deny that they had chemistry.

He laughed a little at Stevie's teasing words, and licked his lips. There was definitely something that really turned him on, when his little brother called him a good boy. "They're all my favourites," Sam smirked, as he watched Stevie move over to the toys. "Depends what size you want to see me take, Sir Stevie."

Sam hadn't hesitated for a moment. He headed into the bedroom after finishing up texting with Stevie, and laid out his favourite toys on the bedside table. Dildos, vibrators, massagers. Everything he loved to use when he was in a bottoming mood. Sam heard the door open, and knew it had to be Stevie.

Hurriedly, he stripped his clothes off and didn't hesitate to jump onto the bed, laying on his back, waiting for his brother.

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Oh, Dally. That's horrible, man. I'm sorry you had to go through that.

Question #29

29. What’s something people don’t know about you?

I'm normally pretty open when people ask me things, but I guess the one thing I've never told anyone-- including my parents and siblings-- is the fact I'm almost certain I am the reason my high school girlfriend's family moved away.

They were a religious family, but she was a bit more free-spirited, or maybe I brought it out in her. I have a feeling they found out and didn't appreciate me taking their daughter's virginity. Since they suddenly up and moved away without giving us the chance to say goodbye a couple of months after we started sleeping together.

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Sam chuckled, and clinked their flutes together in a toast. "I'll always make that toast," he smiled. "Based on my own time at the institute, things are always easier when the students stick together and help each other, so you're doing a great thing here," he nodded, as he glanced around at the people attending the event. Sam grinned, always happy to hear compliments about Owen. "He really knows how to run this place, he's amazing," he beamed happily.

Harper recognized the handsome owner of the hotel. "Thanks to you and your excellent staff Mr. Evans." He held out his own flute to clink in toast. "I'm doing very well. It feels like it's been a donkey's years since I've thrown a party, but I'm glad to offer this to my fellow students. Everyone worked very hard over the semester and deserves to enjoy themselves, no expense spared." He nodded his head again. "I must tell you that Owen was indispensable. He is a wonder. I also appreciate that he allowed Christopher to help in my stead."

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Sam smiled at Harper, and nodded as he took the flute of champagne. He wasn't totally sure how much Harper wanted to avoid physical touch, so Sam made sure to not touch the other man's fingers when he took the glass. He also decided not to point out the event was happening in his hotel. "Glad I could, this is looking like a lot of fun," he chuckled. He knew he was long past needing points, but he wanted to show his support. "How are you doing?"

Harper had managed to avoid the majority of physical touch by keeping a cut glass tumbler of brandy in one hand and a tray of champagne nearby that he could hand to newcomers on arrival. He wore his charcoal windowpane Tom Ford suit like a piece of armor along with a disarming smile. The party seemed to be at least a small success. Many people were deep in conversation in the main room and the demonstration rooms seemed to be popular. He was thinking he should make a round of the room when someone approached clearing just having arrived. He reached for a flute of champagne and held it out. "Welcome. I'm glad you could come."

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sammyevans: Just trying out a new impression.

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Of course its okay. You'll sit in my lap, I'll put my arms around you, and make sure you're focusing.

I'm tempted to make something like this part of your permanent duties. Taking care of the slaves sexually.

Lick it up. Then go to the slave floor, and anyone who wants a blowjob, gets one. Mouth only, your hole's off limits until I've fucked it after my shift.

I can handle that! Might need to sit in your lap for those few minutes of work a day, if that's okay? I think it'll help me focus - then, once work's done, I'll go right back to being your cuck. <3

Oh, fuck...you're so right, Sir. I hope they take me and use me, like they should. I mean, they deserve all the orgasms I'll be denied for how much they do for the House.

....Oops. I... I came. Like, instantly, Sir. [Attached is a photo of Owen's spent cock, and his cum sprayed across the floor underneath it.]

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Sounds good to me, but I want you to stay in touch with the staff if this happens. Keep everything running to your standards, even if it's just a few minutes a day.

It's not whoring yourself out, baby. They'll just be taking what they're entitled to take. Nobody's going to think to pay you for that.

I'd never do that, babe. That'd be cheating. Anyway, I'm in the shower.

MMS: Pictures.

I've got plenty of back-up staff to take over for me temporarily, so if it comes to it, I'm not worries. It's really just the end of the month numbers and stuff that I need to handle personally, and since it's July 1st, I should back to normal by the end of the month if we start this today. :)

Fuck, okay - that's totally fair. I'm also more than happy to whore myself out to the Dom top slaves if the moment warrants it - I'm just a hole after all; our hard-working employees deserve to enjoy me for what I'm good for.

...Fuck. You, ummm...you totally shouldn't send me something that'll maybe make me cum so that I have to be a cuck for month...

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We'll talk about it at the end of the two weeks, and see where you're at with it. I don't want you working if you feel like you need to focus on your orders.

Good. The clients come first, they're paying to be here.

Never by me. That's a privilege, and one you're not getting as a cuck. And if any of the Dom top slaves feel like using you during these supervised moments, they'll have total permission.

Five minutes. Edge yourself. Cum, and you're a cuck for a full month.

I think I could handle another week, as long as I maybe get that week off work, Sir. I don’t think I’d be able to focus on managerial stuff while I’m that needy. All I’d have the capacity to do is cling to you all day while you go to your appointments…which, actually kinda sounds like an awesome vacation, come to think of it.

You’re right, I don’t wanna do anything to upset them - or more importantly, you. So I’ll be good and polite while you do everything to them that you would otherwise be doing to me. ;)

God, I love when you get hardcore like this. All understood, Sir. Supervised showers, either by you (and whoever else you’re showering with) or the slaves, and then when I need to pee, I’m let outside like the little bitch I am.

Fuck, I’m already hard. This is going to be a long, amazing three weeks, Sir. 😍