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Edge of Anticipation
You are bound tightly to a folding chair. Hands behind your back. You asked them to do it. You wanted this. So, they got you naked and they bound you. They bound your feet too, making sure to really immobilize you.
By Guy Valleyabout a year ago in Filthy
Decompression Time
He has been out all day on the bike. He comes home and strips off his leather jacket, his pants, his shoes. He’s wearing a tank top, boxers, and the same socks he’s worn for three days. He reeks of leather and sunscreen.
By Guy Valleyabout a year ago in Filthy
The Next Morning
You wake up in the dark. Or… can you open your eyes? No, it’s too early, you are still so tired. You keep your eyes closed. You can barely remember last night. You stayed out at the club a little later than you meant.
By Guy Valleyabout a year ago in Filthy
Night on the Town
You joined him at the bathhouse tonight. You don’t always come with. Tonight there were a lot of guys, various guys of shape, size, age. Some were hairy, some were smooth. They are all here for fun. They all want to play.
By Guy Valleyabout a year ago in Filthy
Networking Internship
You are grateful to have been invited to the company retreat. You, the unpaid intern, are grateful for any opportunity. Your boss has made it very clear what your responsibilities are. You will be leading the networking event. There will be a lot of networking.
By Guy Valleyabout a year ago in Filthy
Arrival of the Afterparty
He went out tonight. He went to a club playing loud music and bright flashing lights, a lot of shirtless guys dancing, or maybe he went a little more simple and stopped at a dive bar with a lot of bikers playing pool. He’s been gone for maybe an hour, maybe more, you aren’t quite sure. Time isn’t moving the same as usual.
By Guy Valleyabout a year ago in Filthy
Master of the Cuck Chair
He opens the door and greets the man who knocked. You can’t see them. You are lying on your stomach on the bed facing the small chair in the dim corner of the room. The metal from your new cock cage is warm inside your tattered jockstrap. You wriggle into position, pressing your chest into the mattress and curving your lower back to emphasize your ass.
By Guy Valleyabout a year ago in Filthy
May the New Year Bring You Memes, Joy, & Happiness!
Goodbye 2024!!! ⚡😁🖕 Don't let the door hit you in the ass! It's me again, __Lightning Bolt⚡, with another droll edition of Meme-ing Madness!
By Lightning Bolt ⚡about a year ago in Filthy
Strip Poker Night
You’ve prepped the room, yourself, set out the snacks, all in your white jock. At least, white-ish. When was the last time you were allowed to wash it?
By Guy Valleyabout a year ago in Filthy
Poolside Service
He keeps one hand on the back of your head, brushing his fingers through your short, but grippable hair. He wants you to just hold it in your mouth. He wants you to hold steady, keep your position, pretend like you are not even there. It’s soft, but feels oh so good. It fits in your mouth, you press it against your tongue. He wants you to suck gently while he casually catches up with one of a dozen friends from college. It's a fraternity reunion after all and all the guys showed up.
By Guy Valleyabout a year ago in Filthy
Midnight at the Pump & Grind
Simon pulled into the parking lot of the Mount Two Timbers Motel. He had been driving for nearly three days nonstop and was set to arrive nearly half a day early. He was so excited to get into town and meet up with his dad.
By Guy Valleyabout a year ago in Filthy
The Balls of the Djinn
Clay was the best antique dealer in Mount Two Timbers. He loved a good garage sale, and his neighborhood was never short of them. He had already hit up two garage sales where he’d picked up a new set of weights, a popcorn cooker, and a diving watch. On his way home he saw an estate sale and decided to stop there as well.
By Guy Valleyabout a year ago in Filthy