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Group Toy (Gay Discipline Exhibition Humiliation and MMM Menage)

Ryan thought his new landscaping job would get him a steady paycheck, but it’s come with a whole lot more than a bit of yardwork and house cleaning. The days of fighting it – if he ever really wanted to fight it – are over. He’s Mr. Bishop’s toy. He wears what his employer wants him to wear, does what Mr. Bishop wants him to do, and acts how Mr. Bishop wants him to act.

He might secretly enjoy the discipline sessions when he makes a mistake, but Ryan’s grateful that so far Mr. Bishop hasn’t pushed him beyond his limits. But when Ryan learns that at his employer’s next party he’ll be serving more than drinks, he has a feeling things are about to change.

Reader Advisory: This story is for mature audiences only and features intensely erotic situations, discipline, exhibition, humiliation, rough group and anal sex, dominance and submissiveness. All characters are 18 or older.


I sighed. “I didn’t hear the door bell when John was on his day off. Mr. Davis had to call the house phone to see if anyone was home.”

Mr. Bishop nodded. “You know how I feel about those kinds of mistakes.”

I swallowed and nodded. “Yes, sir, I do.”

He waited for me to continue, but I couldn’t think of anything else.

“No more?” I fingered the waistband of my underwear nervously, wracking my brains. “I – I don’t think so, sir.”

“I understand Mrs. Samuels asked you to watch the loaves of bread she was baking and you let them burn.”

Mrs. Samuels? My mouth fell open in outrage. That woman had asked me no such thing. Now I was paying for her mistakes, too? Of all the –

“Did you not?”

With great difficulty, I bit my tongue. I knew how he felt about denials. “Yes, sir,” I agreed stiffly.

“Well, then I hope next time you won’t make me say it. You know you pay extra for the wrongs you try to hide from me.”

“Yes, sir.”


He waited patiently for the request I was obliged to make.

“Will – will you punish me for them, sir?” I requested softly.

He pointed to the bed behind me. “Present yourself for punishment.”

I turned and bent over obediently. I put my hands on the bed, and my fingers dug into the soft comforter as I prepared for what was about to happen.

Even as familiar as the ritual had become, it had lost none of its intensity. I could feel my skin tingling. My cock felt swollen and sensitive as it brushed loosely against my underwear. He stepped up beside me. His hand hooked my waist and pulled me into a more compromising position still, my legs straight, my ass thrust out and my shoulders down as I sunk to my elbows on the bed. His fingers took the waistband of my underwear and slid it, slowly and deliberately, down over the tense curve of my ass.

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