The Djinn s Notebook
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"Oh yeah! Oh yeah, fuck you feel so good. Love your fucking ass, and it loves me back. Hey! Are you jerking off down there? I told you very specifically that you are my bitch and that you are not allowed to do that without my permission."
"Nnng sorry Keith, I want to be a good boyfriend for you but when you fuck me, I just lose my mind and my sex drive takes over!"
"Your cock is a false idol, boy, getting fucked is what you love most." Keith pushed his pet down and then flipped him over. "I’m going to fuck you on your back like a girl so you I can watch you, and you can watch me take you. Watch my cock disappear into your body, and know how good you make me feel."
"Ack!" Abdel exclaimed as he was rolled over.
Keith pushed his pet’s legs up in the air and split in him half with his erect cock. Abdel hooked a leg around him and gasped. He loved feeling so open and exposed, being fucked on the living room carpet with all the blinds up. He loved his boyfriend’s attention. Keith wasn’t like any other boyfriend he had had. Keith was dominant, he was assertive. He made the decisions and never waffled about anything. Sure, he could be a bit bossy, but Abdel loved living up to his standards. Keith was always so affectionate, but he had some crazy ideas about sex! Abdel was fascinated that he knew so much and was open to learning about his weird alternative methods although he was slow to adjust to them.
He watched Keith thrust into him. His eyes had rolled back a little and Abdel could see the whites of his eyes. He was doing that to Keith and it made him hot with pride. Keith confirmed it: “Fuck boy you feel so good, just make the frustrations of the day melt away.”
"I love you Sir."
To Abdel’s surprise, Keith smiled down at him. “You’re the best boyfriend I’ve ever had. Now-” he withdrew and Abdel mewled at the loss. “Turn back over on all fours. Put your weight on your hands so you can’t touch your cock. I’m going teach you something fun, Abdel, I’m going to fuck the cum right outta you but you’re going to still be so horny.”
"H…how?" he panted.
"On all fours."
"Yes sir!"
Abdel obediently assumed a position like a dog, and when Keith mounted his open hole again he moaned and tensed his whole body around the thick organ. He resisted the urge to put his head down and arch his back, to push back onto Keith’s pulsing cock and ride him to climax. That wouldn’t make Keith happy, though. Abdel forced himself to stay still, his stiff cock pointing forwards and dripping, as Keith hooked his arms under his torso and slooowly fucked him in the most tortuous way possible.
"Oh god Keith, faster, I’m so close to cumming!"
"You won’t cum, boy. Now put your head down and watch your cock. Yeah, watch it boy. Watch how I control you." Keith snapped his hips and drove the glans right against Abdel’s prostate, making him wail. Instead of pulling out and slamming it in again, Keith just left it there, pushing.
Abdel watched through blurry eyes as the pent-up cum poured out of his cock. It never seemed to end! It was a weird sensation, almost like he was peeing but …more intense. His balls felt tight as walnuts. He gasped as Keith withdrew and inch then pushed again. More cum splattered onto the carpet. What a weird sensation - he was still horny but the pressure, it was gone. “I feel so strange, Keith!” The room was spinning a little.
"Did you make a mess?" Keith pulled out and glanced at the floor. "Oh ho you did. Messy boy, all that cum. What a beautiful result. You look so beautiful dripping on the floor, it’s like my bitch is in heat, Abdel." He ran his hands over his pet’s body. "Alright, I’m gonna get my orgasm now."
He positioned his cock and buried it back into his boy’s body. He listened to Abdel gasp and moan as he fucked him hard, relentlessly, fingers buried into Abdel’s hips. Keith’s orgasm came in a long deep wave. Abdel felt like he was being stuffed with Keith’s seed. They never used condoms, as they were monogamous and tested regularly. Abdel loved this and rocked around Keith’s body, trying to retrieve that orgasm that seemed so distant. This is normally when he would be ejaculating too.
"nnng!" he whined in frustration.
"Fuuuck," Keith exhaled when he could breathe again. "That was some great sex. I fucked you forever, and you made me cum so damn hard!" He pulled out and watched the cum drip out the stretched hole. He smacked Abdel’s wet hole, making Abdel jump and yelp. "Your pussy looks so much better when I’ve marked it." He pushed the seed back into it.
"This…this pleases you?" he asked, flushed, wiggling.
"Yes, very much, boy," he purred, his eyes dark.
"But I haven’t cum! I just…dripped."
"Yes, that’s what I wanted. I want you to stay horny for me. When you’re ready, I’m going to lock your cock up so you can’t access it anymore. I won’t have to keep scolding you anymore. This is practice for what your future holds."
"What? But Keith - I don’t understand. Lock it away? But you love my cock. How can we have sex if I can’t get hard?"
Keith chuckled. “We’ll still be having sex. You won’t be able to get hard, but you’ll remain horny. Very horny. And when I want to play with you - or I allow you to play with yourself - it’ll be because I unlock you.”
Abdel looked at the mess congealing on the carpet. “I don’t understand - I mean- “
"Ssshhh. It’s ok. You’re new to this. We’re trying something new together. You haven’t fled screaming for the hills yet, you must be enjoying it."
Abdel looked at Keith. He thought about how eager he was to come home, how he daydreamed of Keith’s cock all day. How they had just had sex for half an hour instead of 30 seconds. He hadn’t cum, but he still felt a bit buzzed… maybe Keith was onto something after all. “I dunno, Keith, it’s just all so new!”
"There there, I know what’s best." He kissed Abdel on the shoulder. "I think once I lock you up, you’ll understand a lot more. I have incredible techniques to share with you, boy. I will increase your horniness by 200%. I can keep you hard for hours. I will strip down all that bullshit society has told you about sex with men. You’ll be having better sex than the gods. Stay with me Abdel, you will be amazed what being locked up does to unlock the potential inside of you."
Abdel was captivated at Keith’s promises. He wanted to serve him, please him. He was a hesitant sure, but he was more curious than frightened. And most of all, he was still horny. And when he was horny, he wanted Keith. “I’ll be a good boyfriend for you Keith. I’m still so horny though, if I clean up the carpet will you let me cum later?”
Keith stood and stretched. “No, I want it to build. I’m off tomorrow morning and plan to fuck you in bed. It’ll be the first taste of what your life can be like if you postpone your orgasms. It’s going to be amazing.”
Abdel was very intrigued. “Amazing?”
"Yes, amazing."
Abdel looked at his half hard cock. “You promise?”
"Yes, boy."
He chewed on his bottom lip. Keith looked so hopeful. “Alright, I’ll be good. I’ll go get the cleaning supplies.”
Keith cupped his balls and gave him a kiss. “Good boy. Oh and Abdel?”
"Yes?"
"I love you too."
"It’s not working," Ray admitted. "Your cock feels fantastic, but it’s just not working. I’m getting soft. You’re not cumming."
"Hmm," I replied, furrowing my brow. "You’re right, it’s not working. It’s boring. Wanna try a little roleplay?"
"Roleplay?" he repeated.
"Yes. You seem to get off when I talk dirty to you, let me run with that a bit? Safe word is red light, again."
Ray paused. “Well I’m already naked and lubed up and my balls are blue, so might as well.”
I drizzled a little more lube in anyway. “Alright, remember - safe word if it’s not working.”
"Mmph," he replied, not having much faith in me.
It’s always a bit embarrassing to start sexy talk, I knew once I spit the first phrase out, the rest would come easy. “Alright, get up you whore. You’re doing nothing for me. I spent many silver coins on your ass, and it wasn’t to watch you do push ups. It’s like fucking a mud puddle. You belong to me this evening. Do you need to be reminded? Come on, hands behind your back now. Face down, bitch! I don’t wanna hear any complaints.”
I could have sworn I heard him groan.
"You have such a beautiful back, all these tightly bunched muscles. I’m sure they were of plenty use out in the fields - once a slave, always a slave, as they say. Did your mother raise you to believe you’d somehow ascend out of this life? That you’d aspire to some greatness? Now here you are, naked and forced to submit to me or you’ll be beaten. You have no purpose boy, you only exist as something to receive my cock, my seed. That’s it… fuck you’re tight. That’s it - grab me, try to resist me. You can’t."
He keened under me.
"Oh you like that huh, whore? You love having a cock in your ass? You love feeling like you’re being split apart by me? You love feeling my heat burning up your insides. Such a beautiful whore. Your place is in the brothel boy, the sooner you come to accept that the happier you’ll be. Oh you like that don’t you, being fucked hard, hard and rough. "
"Yes sir, I like it Sir, fuck me harder!"
I paused to reach below him, seeking his cock. It was hard as a rock, pulsing with blood. “The whore has had a taste of real pleasure, hasn’t he? Like a babe given rum for a toothache will eventually find his way back to the bottle…to suckle on it, draw from it. You’ll be a cocksucker for the rest of your life.”
"Make me your cocksucker, Sir!"
I smacked one of his golden ass cheeks hard enough to leave a red print. He yelped.
"Don’t give me instructions, boy, you’re lower than me - below me. I am in charge.”
"Hit me again Sir!"
I couldn’t help but grin. I spanked him again and he bucked up, impaling himself on my cock. “Oh good boy.”
"More Sir please!"
I pinned Ray’s arms to his back with one hand as I drove myself into him so hard I was sweating from the effort, all while spanking one ass cheek with an open-handed strike.
"Oh yeah! God yes, yes! Fuck yeah, I’m gonna cum!"
"No you will not," I growled and panted into his ear, "You will ask my permission."
He whimpered. “Per—-aahhhhg god yes! - permission to cum Sir?”
"No, you will come with me. Wait… wait.”
Ray tensed and shuddered underneath me, struggling to keep from peaking. I held his arms to the bed and dropped all my weight on top of him, driving my cock into him for the fucking of his life. “Yes…yes! Argh god your ass is worth 100 golden coins. Come! Come with me, whore!”
Words dissolved into guttural cries and high-pitched yowls as we orgasmed together. He hadn’t touched his cock once, but the friction from the bed sheets had undone him. His ass clamped around me, providing an inescapable suction lock. I happily filled his ass with my seed, breeding him deep and full. I gave him another couple thrusts then collapsed on top of him, nuzzling the side of his head and nipping at his ear. His torso was heaving under me.
"I’d pay 500 gold coins for your ass boy, but you’d be spoiled rotten and no one likes a spoiled whore. So you’ll get silver, and you’ll thank me for it, and maybe one day I’ll take you away from all these diseased men who want your ass and make you mine. You might have outlived your use on the fields, but a whore is never useless."
Ray groaned a low bellow into the bed. “Thank you for the fuck, Sir, felt so good to be bred by a superior man.”
"Damn straight it was, boy." I kissed his temple and sat back up, waiting for my lungs to settle.
"Good god, I’m still out of breath. What fun."
My lover looked over his shoulder at me. “Did you just make that up off the top of your head?”
I shook my head and gave him a sheepish little smile. “It was a masturbation fantasy from my puberty days.”
Ray snorted a little laugh.
"Oh come on you loved it - Count Agenon, rich and good looking and dashing, comes into town to spend illicitly earned money on the newest, finest male slaves that Tolate has to offer. He likes it rough, and he likes to corrupt the hesitant ones."
Ray was laughing. “This is what you jacked off to? Not pornography?”
"Well…there was plenty of that, yes, but the idea of giving a wide eyed, fresh slave boy the fucking of his life turns me on. Teach him how good it feels to submit to a man’s cock, and so on." My hand found Ray’s balls and squeezed them. "You love it.
"MMmnnn! I do. I’m all empty. That was a great idea, Sven, I hope to see again Count Agenon soon."
"Oh Count Agenon has lots of silver coins, lad, and he is one horny bastard."
"Shit, we better buy more lube."
He sounded so serious that I started laughing and soon Ray joined in with me. More than anything, I was relieved. We avoided the dreaded bed death that befalls so many couples. I just hoped it stayed this way, but if the sex we just had was any indicator - it would.
"Aren’t I beautiful, Sir?" he asks, stroking his cage like he can still feel it. "Am I glowing? I feel radiant."
I smile. “You are glowing. You’re a gorgeous creature, and it’s taking serious restraint to not ravish you right now.”
"Mmm don’t," he purrs, leaning up against the arm of the sofa and stroking his chastity cage with his fingers. "I love this, knowing I can just reach between my legs and play with myself, frustrating myself. I can’t feel a thing but the hard plastic stopping my erection. It feels so goood, to know that when I want to touch myself or play with my balls that it won’t end in an erection or a mess - I can just touch and touch and get hornier and hornier and it just …stays. Feels so good, it feels like a warm blanket being wrapped around me, inside my skin."
I watch him and try not to drool as his fingers caress the plastic then drop to ghost over his balls until they have goosebumps on the skin.
"But you drip sometimes," I remind him in a husky voice. "You drip because you fill yourself up."
"Yes, I love that too, to know I am indecent without any control over my body, to feel my underwear become damp in public - god, what a rush. Especially when you send me to school or work with a plug in…god, it’s so distracting, but I feel so powerful to know I’m manipulating my sexual energy while they’re still at the mercy of theirs, fumbling with their dicks in the dark without any satisfaction."
I chuckle. He’s getting off on the superiority of denial. That’s a new one. “You seem to have amnesia though.”
"Hmm?"
"Have you forgotten that you never wanted to be in that cage in the first place? You lamented - mostly after sex - that you couldn’t remain horny for longer periods of time. When I suggested chastity, you resisted, you made faces, you were a little snot about it. I had to trick you into being tied up to get it on you, knowing you’d love it. And turns out, you did."
He bites his lower lip. “I cannot fathom what you’re talking about. I was hoping you’d force it on me.”
"You’ve never been into non-consensual play before. You were just a skittish, shy boy who was scared to get what he really wanted, and now that you’re in love with it, you don’t want to admit I was right after all."
He blushes, which is delightful. “I was a little scared,” he confesses. “It took a lot of self control to not throw myself at the feet of any hot thing with a dick and beg for sex before….well, now…”
I raise an eyebrow. “You fantasize about being fucked by strangers?”
His fingers are back to playing with the cage again. “I fantasize about a world where I’m forced to wear revealing clothing, that anyone can see my cage and I know I’m restrained…that I’m a sexual object to be used at whim. Like, being in a permanent heat, that other men can smell and unload in me…” he groans and pre-cum starts to bead at the head of his penis.
Jesus Christ. “Come here.” He stands up and walks over to where I’m sitting on the far end of the sofa. I grab his wrists to make him face me, then cup his package in my hand. I lift it, and flick my tongue inside the exit slit of his chastity cage and lick his glans clean of the pre-cum. My boy gasps, bucking his hips on contact, and burying his fingers in my hair. “Oh god,” he mews. More drips out and I lap it up.
"I am going to take you out in public right now and fuck you."
"I can’t wait that long."
I smirk, playing with his balls. “You don’t have a choice. You can’t get hard, you can’t cum. You can only wait until I find us a good spot, push down your shorts - no underwear of course - and just fuck your brains out. I’ll have to put a condom on your cock though to catch it all, make you wear it home.”
He groans and shudders. I have to lick at him again. “Do it, please, please.”
"God you are so hot in chastity," I nip at his hip. "Never let me unlock you."
"Fuck no, not when I can have it like this."
"What is your houseboy doing?" Reginald asks, twisting in his patio chair to get a look at the source of the sound of someone making loud raspberries.
I crane my neck to find Oren through the guests mingling in my spacious backyard. “…I have no idea. Whatever it is, it’s not what he’s supposed to be doing. He knows better, what on Earth is he up to?”
Will, who is standing off to the side behind Reginald starts snickering, then as he watches Oren dissolves into laughter.
"What is so funny Will?" Reginald insists. "You know something don’t you? …You do! What is it?"
"Will, what did you do my boy?" I rise from my chair.
It takes Will a few moments to compose himself, because every time he looks at me he loses it again. I’m about to throw a shoe at him when he finally spits it out. “I gave him one of the pot brownies! The strong ones, that Linda made for your brother.”
Color rises in my face. “What? What? You d**gGED him?” Reginald rushes to his feet to keep me from punching Will. “YOU d**gGED Oren? You asshole. Those weren’t your brownies, those were for Dean! And you gave him d**gs for the first time without any supervision, and you violated the rule of not feeding him! I told you he’s hypoglycemic - sweets have to be - ..why am I talking to you about this? You have 30 seconds to leave my property of you will be escorted off.”
I turn my back to him and rush over to Oren. It’s quite obvious he’s gotten something in his system - the dopey look on his face, the vague sheen to his eyes. “Hey Sir.” He drawls. “Look how green this is…it’s like really green. And it vibrates when I do this.” He blows a raspberry on it again. “Pretty cool,” he giggles.
A couple guests stare. I gently work the balloon from his fingers and sigh. “Oren, did you eat a brownie?”
He looks confused, and shuffles his feet. “Will said you wanted me to eat it, Sir. Said you said to keep my blood sugar up.”
"Will is a lying bastard, and those brownies had pot in them."
"Ohh…that explains why I feel weird." He pokes the balloon in my hands and starts giggling.
"Are you going to faint?"
Oren doesn’t answer, he just keeps petting the balloon.
Reginald chimes in. “He’s bloody useless.”
"Great," I sigh. "My houseboy is high, and there is no one to watch my guests."
Reginald puts a reassuring hand on my shoulder. “I’ll take care of them, make sure everyone is watered and the trash is cleared. You take care of Oren.”
I give him a grateful look. “Many thanks Reginald. Is Will gone?”
He glances around. “Yes. That bastard. I’m sorry - I shouldn’t have invited him.”
"You can’t always know how people will act, Reg, don’t worry. I’m just…concerned, mostly. Alright, Oren, come with me."
"But,….it’s so pretty out here."
I take a deep breath and count to 3. Apparently being high has made him completely disregard all his training. I’m both furious at being disrespected and irritated because it’s not entirely his fault. “Ok, why don’t I take you around to the garden and have you rest in the hammock?”
"Ooo….hammock."
He’s allowed to nap there when he’s good, but the rules are moot now - I just need him to cooperate. I get him some water, and to my relief, he allows me to escort him away from the party and to somewhere more quiet.
When I come back, I’m deeply relieved to see Reginald making nice with everyone and the catering tables look flawless. I host questions from concerned guests for several minutes before I have another moment alone with Reginald.
"Is he alright?" my best friend inquires.
"Yes, just napping, thankfully. Thank you so much for covering, Reg, I really appreciate it."
"Not a problem at all. Least I can do."
He hands me a glass of lemonade and I sip it. “…It’s kind of funny though isn’t it?” I chuckle.
"Oh my god, when he was blowing raspberries on the balloon I was trying so hard not to lose it," Reginald admits.
I can’t help but smile about this silliness now that the anger has passed. “You missed that when I got him into the hammock, I wouldn’t give him the balloon back at first and he said to me - ‘Dude, why you hating on my balloon?’ in this super indignant voice.”
Reginald covers his face with one hand and cracks up. “Oh god, I’m never going to look at Oren straight-faced again!”
"YOU?" I gasp. His laughter is contagious and I’m catching up. "Tomorrow I have to explained to a very disciplined and soon to be very horrified houseboy that he nearly left me for a balloon - and he called his Sir ‘dude’."
We both dissolve into hysterics and have to sit down in the patio chairs again to recover.
When Oren emerged from the gardens later after the party ended, Reginald and I sat with him on the grass and fed him munchies off paper plates. In the end, I wasn’t able to bring myself to punish Oren. We figured that Oren’s eventual embarrassment toward his behavior was punishment enough - and it was. I still tease him about calling me ‘dude’ though, which makes him squirm in the most adorable way.
My little sex slave has near permanent arousal. I haven’t let him have any release for months, just an occasional milking on top lots and lots of denial, edging, and leaking. For his birthday, I unlocked his sore balls and restrained cock and bathed him like a precious pet. I dried him off and oiled his skin, all while ignoring his straining erection.
Once I sat down and spread my legs, he nearly salivated at my cock. He knows when I’m happy, I turn it outward on him, but pleasuring me is his purpose as my slave. I allowed him to suck me on his hands and knees, eyes closed in focus as he nursed my erection with his clever tongue. I reached over him and between his legs to stroke him, teasing his hole. His balls were gloriously taut, pink and full.
When he’s fully in heat, his perineum swells until it’s puffed up like a marshmallow. I love to stroke it. It’s like a gauge almost - I can tell how horny my boy is by how hot his skin. I can only caress it mildly right now, or else I’d burn my fingerprints off. I like to imagine that it’s caused by friction generated from all the sperm jostling inside his pent up balls. He’s a natural cock slut, and it was such an easy transition into making him my sex slave. All he needed was guidance, a cage, and my cock as is his toy.
I planned to fuck him hard after swallows my release. He’s not allowed to touch his cock, so if he can’t muster a hands free orgasm then he’ll have to go back into his cage for another month, frustrated as hell. I was sure he was going to cum in seconds though.
Imagine my surprise when he begged to be locked back up before I fucked him. He said he wanted to try to have an orgasm in his cage, to feel the tight metal against his erection, denying it, as I fucked him. My beautiful boy was made for this life. I was happy to approve his request and filled his ass with my cock over and over until he cum exploded out of his cage in torrents. He wailed so intensely in bliss, that our neighbors called the cops because they thought someone was being murdered.
My boy said it was the best birthday he’d ever had, and that was before we got to the cake.
I’d woken him up early to spoil him with breakfast, only to come upstairs and find out he’d fallen back asleep. Brendan was a bit of a gruff guy, but he was adorable when he slept. He clutched his balls the way a k** would pull a stuffed a****l close for comfort. That prolonged contact had given him one impressive boner though.
I loved his cock. It was thick as a water bottle, but not nearly as long. Took me a long time to train my ass to take his size. I let him watch too, all of my sessions where I practiced with dildos and plugs to stretch myself. He’d watch me and jack off with heavy lidded eyes. He loved knowing all that was work was for him and he spoiled me with attention.
When I finally did mount him, the reward was tremendous - the way he filled me to bursting quickly became my new favorite sensation. That, and the way he worked my prostate - ‘prodded’ wasn’t the right word, it was like being hit with a bulldozer. Every orgasm left me completely exhausted. Sex with him was a work out.
There wasn’t time for that this morning. We were going camping for the weekend with a bunch of other gay and lesbian couples, complete with sleeping under the stars, roasting hot dogs over the fire, and using a rope swing to free fall into a river. There was gonna be plenty of nudity. Brandon had been looking forward to it for weeks, and here he was, sleeping through breakfast.
The food was going to get cold, but he was so cute… I knelt on the bed and petted his thigh. Brandon had a death grip on his own balls, so I passed them over for his shaft. I bent over to drag my tongue over his cock. It twitched under my attention. I lapped at him like a cat, teasing the small hole with the tip of my tongue. Brandon moaned, half awake now, raising his hips a little to push into my mouth. “Fuck is this breakfast in bed?” he murmured sleepily.
"Mm breakfast is downstairs, this is your boyfriend doing morning worship rituals on your cock."
"Brendan approves," he slurred.
I chuckled, then turned my attention to my task. I drew him into my mouth the best I could although I could only get an inch or so in there. I ravished the head of his penis while stroking his shaft with my other hand. Brandon always makes this “ah-ah…ah!” noise when he comes, so I was ready to catch his seed. I watched the orgasm roll through his taut body out of the corner of my eye. He twisted his fingers in my hair, keeping my mouth on his impressive cock as he came. His morning load was equally fitting in size.
When Brendan release his balls, there were white impressions from grasping them so hard. “Jesus, that was intense,” he purred as I wiped up the mess, “You are so good to me.”
"Mmm I’m all hard too. Why don’t you jerk me off and we’ll go downstairs and eat waffles together before they get cold?"
"A blow job in bed and waffles? Is it my birthday or did you break a lamp or something?”
I huffed. “Can’t I do something nice for the man I love?”
He looked at me, a smile plastered on his handsome face. “I’m lucky to have you.”
I was surprised to feel myself blush. “I love you too. Now, do something with my cock, it’s going to burst.”
Brendan pulled me into his lap and engulfed my cock in his meaty hand. “Yes sir.”
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