​I struggled into my chest binder; I should have said that already.

I reach behind me to grab some of the coconut oil lube.
“That's a good boy. Going plug your asshole before rubbing your bound clitorophallus?”
The Queen's icy blue eyes appear on the screen of my mind.

“Boy, boy, boy. My boy. My dirty little boy.”
“Or are you my girl tonight? Or maybe just a little gender-less being for me to fuck?”
I pant; I'm so close to coming. Enema. The Queen's teasing. “Boy,” I gasp.

“Tomorrow night, how about I give you an enema? Bound or unbound?”
My toes curl at his suggestion.
“Or maybe Audrey could take care of her little love?”

​The bound man writhes against the table as much as the straps allow. When part of the table starts to move, forcing his legs farther apart, his massive balls come into view.

​Carrying a long, semi-stiff tube, the gloved hand returns to the shot. One hand presses on the bound man's back as the other works first the tip of the tube and then more.

“Yes, yes, yes!” I hiss, dropping the pretense that my masturbating is a secret in my household.

​A moment later, slightly off-white liquid starts through the tube.

Silly me, I'm at the mall (thank goodness for laptops) because the AC isn't working at home, and I realized that I forgot the notebook I wrote in yesterday so I could lay on the cool floor in the basement. Ah, the prompt: “intimacy in a pool of water.” I have such diverse thoughts on this. “Sex on the beach” and “sex in a swimming pool” are both common enough fantasies, but as my reading has shown me, neither are very good in reality; in my “Vala's Story” story-verse, the rules around the indoor pool are delightfully specific and only partially shaped by BDSM.

Since I already dipped into that story-verse with my girlfriend Audrey (it'll be “last week” when this is actually posted), I figured I'll stay there. There's another body of water in The Queen's mansion that doesn't have tons of rules- why doesn't anyone think about how chlorine on the genitals would be bad? And thank you very much, but I don't relish the idea of sand between my buttcheeks.) I'm waiting for the players in the Oasis- one of his small, themed playrooms- to step forward.
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I leaned back against the wall with the comfortably thick “outdoor blanket” separating me from the sand. The Queen promised me the chance to be a voyeur.

Suddenly the door sprung open to admit Tommy and Simon; I was struck by everything about them.

Tommy's deep black hair had been cut in messy bunches, giving him an extra shaggy look. The whites of his eyes had turned pinkish and the tears still poured down his cheeks. His pale skin was highlighted by the dirty white straitjacket restraining his torso and arms. His semi-hard cock rested against his thigh.

Smoldering with intensity, Simon's eyes moved over Tommy's shuddering form. Tight black jeans showed off how tanned the rest of him was. “Time to get in the water, little boy,” he growled.

“Ye-yes, sir,” Tommy whimpered. His toes pushed into the sand.

Simon moved behind Tommy. His lips pressed against the metal-encircled neck. “Are you my good boy?”

“Yes, yes! Please, sir.” Tommy jerked as Simon obviously worked on the buckles. “Need you.”

“Of course you do.” Simon reached around Tommy to pull his arms away from his body. “How is it feeling so far?”

“Okay. Um, miss the... tightness.” Tommy wavered on his feet as if ready to fall to his knees.

Circling around to Tommy's front again, Simon paused and placed his hand on Tommy's cheek. “I'll hold you tight in a moment.” He grabbed the jacket at the shoulders and eased it off Tommy before tossing it to the floor. With flying fingers and pushing hands, he removed his jeans and pulled Tommy back against him. His eyes closing in bliss, he kissed Tommy hard until the boy moaned against him. Continuing in the kiss, he walked them backward to the pool. “Easy now,” he muttered into the kiss as they took gentle steps into the warm water. He helped Tommy to ease down into the pool so they could lean against the side.

“Love you, love you.” Tommy's head rocked against the pool's side.

“Love you too. Relax now.” Simon brushed Tommy's hair away from his face. “Such a good boy.” He sprinkled kisses over his love's moist face.

“Might I be a little more than a voyeur?” I asked Simon.

Simon nodded. “Just keep your voice down.”

“Was he very wound up?” I asked.

Simon nodded again.

“Has he earned an orgasm?”

Rolling his eyes, Simon asked, “Is that all you think of?” Before I could respond, he continued on, “First this bath and then probably some snacks. You saw how I marked his ass and thighs, yes?”

Tommy pressed his face against Simon's neck.

Simon wrapped his arms around Tommy's chest and held him tight. “Sh, little boy. You don't have to be alone ever again.”

I held in any comment; poor Tommy, still so hurt by his parents' abuse too. Looking around, I spotted a perspiring bottle of water and held it out to Simon.

“Thanks.” Simon took the bottle and pushed the cap off with the same hand. “Tommy, drink.”

Tommy lifted his head enough to give his lips to Simon and the water bottle. He drank deeply until seized with a coughing fit.

Simon patted Tommy's back and passed the half-empty bottle to me. “Okay?”

“Mhm.” Tommy pressed down against Simon. Then his ass lifted just out of the water. “Awww,” he sighed.

“Good, little boy. Did you have a good orgasm?” Simon cooed.

“Yes, love.” Tommy coughed again.

“I love watching you two, whatever you're doing,” I said.

“We do tend to play harder than you enjoy for yourself with Shaman anymore.” Simon accepted the water bottle back from me. “Can you tell Raanan that he and Gaelan need to change the water?”

“Sure.” Careful not to lose my balance on the sand, I crossed the room to the intercom box. I looked closely at what I'd never described well in the Vala's Story books. My gaze sped through the sections until I found first the slave quarters and then Raanan's room. “Raanan? Simon wants the water in the Oasis changed in awhile.”

“Got it, my Lord,” Raanan said a moment later. “Joelle, good to hear your voice.”

I returned to the blanket and knocked the sand off my feet.

Tommy looked into my eyes for a long moment before muttering, “Thanks, Joelle.”

​“You're welcome. I hope you enjoy the rest of aftercare.” I leaned back against the wall and pondered what I'd been invited to watch.

Not feeling too good, so it took me until Monday morning to manage to finish this piece, but the gorgeous inspiration picture Kayla picked by @EdgeEcstatic totally gave me the idea for the scene; I'm so glad he shared the image on Twitter. To me, he totally looked like Ely, after he'd lived with The Queen awhile and had the chance to grow out his hair some.
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​The Queen shook talcum powder over Ely's naked body. He rubbed the powder over pecs, abs, thighs. Holding a pair of dark brown leather pants, he ordered, “Boy, step in.”

His trembling just visible, Ely stepped in with one leg, the powder easing the way. He gazed into his Master's piercing blue eyes as his body obeyed the rest of the order.

“Good boy,” The Queen purred as he cupped Ely's cock over the removable panel. He lifted a black leather vest and held it for the boy to slip his arms in. After buttoning the two shiny brass buttons at the bottom, he traced his index finger down the middle of Ely's chest.

“My Queen,” Ely whimpered.

The Queen secured a thick gray leather band on one of Ely's biceps and then the other. He crossed the room to remove a tub of coconut oil from a chest. He took Ely's right hand and squeezed some oil onto the palm. Then he sat in a nearby throne. “Remove the crotch piece and make yourself come.”

“Yes, my Queen.” Ely's thin fingers sought out the edge of the leather piece; the echo of the button halves separating filled the room. The leather falling to floor, he grasped his semi-hard cock with his right hand. His shoulder length blond hair fell forward.

“I like this longer hair, boy.” The Queen palmed his erection through his jeans. He adjusted himself so he didn't push against the zipper. He let a grin appear on his parted lips as Ely's hand slid up and down his hardening cock. Feeling his pulse increase, he enjoyed the show. Gleaming moisture collected across the parts of Ely's chest revealed by the vest. His fingers wandered over his own chest; he wallowed in the intense pleasure. “How hungry are you, my boy?”

“Huh, Queen?” Ely grunted.

“How. Hungry. Are. You? To come? To make me come?” The Queen taunted, carefully pronouncing his words.
“Both. Very. Come. Please, my Queen.” He pulled his foreskin up with his next stroke before pushing it back down for his fingers to move over his glans.

“What was my order?” The Queen pinched his nipple; his toes curled into the carpet.

“To... to make myself... come.” Ely's hips swayed back and forth. “My Queen.” His left hand traveled to his chest, moving through his gorgeous hair.

“I want you to come into your hand and then bring it to me.” The Queen's tongue moved against the inside of his mouth.

“Yes! Yes, my Queen.” Ely panted and rocked on his feet. His left hand slipped down to rub and squeeze his balls.

The Queen pulled the button loose on his jeans and pulled the zipper down. He eased his hard cock out. His hands both moved to his chest, fingertips traveling through his dense chest hair.

Ely grunted. “Yes, my Queen! Ca--coming! My Queen! Unh!” He wrapped his hand around the head of his cock. He dropped to the floor, his left hand and knees stopping his fall. Crawling one handed, he quickly made it to The Queen.

Leaning over, The Queen grabbed Ely's right fist with one hand and his hair with the other. He lead Ely's mouth onto his cock before he pried open the fingers holding onto the cum that he feasted on.

Deep groans and grunts sounded from around The Queen's cock. Ely rocked his hips as the first spurt of The Queen's cum hit the back of his throat.

“Good boy.” The Queen's hand tightened in Ely's hair. His feet moved to press against Ely's hips. “Good, good boy.” He let the boy's wet hand fall to his knee as he leaned forward to kiss his moist forehead. “And now to the music room to relax.”

“Thanks, my Queen,” Ely gasped, his mouth resting on The Queen's lower abs.

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All that body hair in the inspiration picture led me to thinking of The Queen and Gaelan. The Queen has been a very bad boy- I've been tempted to ask Audrey to come collect her Onyx- and he has been trying to write this scene for me. You'd think a polyamorous man with so many submissives and non-D/s partners wouldn't need to bother his author to get more sex :D. But so I can get back to my WIP (it being a challenge in itself because I have a couple- straight, monogamous, cisgender, new to BDSM- and I hardly relate to them.) The Queen has the floor for awhile.
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Rubbing his thumbs over Gaelan's stomach rolls, a few less than there had been months ago, The Queen enjoyed his boy's shuddering response to his touch. "How are you feeling about your body today, my little cub?"

"Better, my Queen." Gaelan's Adam's apple moved noticeably on his thinner neck. "I... I'm still wondering why... you, um... find me still... attractive, my Queen."

The Queen folded his hands against the nape of Gaelan's neck. "My love, my pooka." He pressed soft kisses to the bearded cheeks. "Attractive? I love the feel of your neck beneath your hair grown shaggy. Your nipples practically beg me to touch them." He dipped his head and drew one nipple between his lips and sucked. One hand slid down Gaelan's back as he held the man close. His lips still brushing the nipple, he said, "All your gorgeous, wiry red body hair rubbing against me turns me on." His hand slid around onto Gaelan's stomach. "You are growing comfortable in your own body. That is incredibly attractive. With all the changes you have made in the past months, your eyes are getting brighter again, like when I first collared you. I could never tired of looking at your beautiful green eyes." He reached around Gaelan's waist to grab his boy's asscheeks. "You look real, real good in this new jock, boy. I would be so proud to take you to a club and lead you around just wearing it and my collar."

"Thank you, my Queen," Gaelan whimpered into The Queen's hair as he started kissing his way down Gaelan's neck.

Cock grown painfully hard in his jeans, The Queen continued his slow exploration of Gaelan with hands and lips. He moaned as the soft expanse of his boy's torso came into his immediate view. First the other nipple, his teeth and lips drawing hisses of submissive pleasure as he teased it. Then he kissed his way down the middle of Gaelan until his chin rested in the gloriously hairy navel. He gripped the backs of his boy's thighs as his face drew close to the leather waistband.

"My Queen." Gaelan coughed and then gripped The Queen's shoulders.

"Lay down, baby," The Queen ordered as he urged Gaelan to the soft faux grass floor, acting as a balance for his boy to sink to the floor with him. Once his boy rested on his ass before sinking flat to the soft grass, he grasped the zipper at the middle of the jockstrap. "I want you." He pulled the zipper down. Licking his lips. he eased the wonderfully hard cock into his grasp. He lifted his gaze to take in Gaelan's face, eyes closed and lips trembling in his arousal. He breathed in deep. He took a hold of Gaelan's hips as he leaned forward to trace the tip of his tongue over the gently revealed glans. "No begging for orgasm, my sweet." He dragged his own facial scruff over his sub's cock until the man jerked against the floor.

Gaelan pressed his feet down into the grass. "Been denied... my Queen."

The Queen flipped back his hair and looked up at Gaelan's face again. "So you will gift your cum very fast and that is fine. Then we shall lounge in the pool." He leaned over until his lips touched his boy's stomach, the cock filling his mouth. He reached underneath him and undid his jeans. Under the cloud of his hair, he closed his eyes and continued deep breaths. He bathed Gaelan in his mouth as some mint from one of Tommy's homemade soaps teased his tongue. Cupping his sub's balls with one hand, he sucked on the cock, harder and harder, Gaelan's moans washing over him. As he moved to palm the testicles instead, he straightened his fingers to massage his boy's perineum.

"My Queen, my Queen!" Gaelan cried out. He wriggled against The Queen's finger until one slipped into his ass.

Humming with pleasure, The Queen stroked Gaelan. He worked his tongue against the front of the shaft. His fingers pushed into his boy's thighs as a burst of pre-cum teased the back of his throat. He lifted his mouth until just the very tip of Gaelan's cock rested between his lips and he wrapped his other hand around the shaft.

"Please, like that, my Queen!" Gaelan's legs fell flat onto the floor.

The Queen curled his finger inside Gaelan until he was able to feel his sub's prostate. He tapped gently yet steadily. He sucked more of the shaft into his mouth.

"Yes, yes! My Queen! Oh, my Queen!" Gaelan's hips pumped.

Pushing down onto Gaelan's cock, his hand dropping away so he could deep-throat his boy, The Queen tensed his abs as his body moved with the sub. He swallowed fast as Gaelan came hard. He coaxed more pleasure with his tapping on his boy's prostate.

"My Queen," Gaelan sobbed.

The Queen swallowed, his hand stilling. He eased his finger out of Gaelan and wiped it on his jeans before pulling them off. "Come on. Pool," he ordered.

"But you're hard too, my Queen," Gaelan protested.

​"Yes and I want to hold you now. Let me be pleased in the way I want." The Queen kissed the middle of Gaelan's belly. "Love you, my pooka."

I debated what to share today- I haven't opened my Nano novel since the last day of Nano :D . I was thinking of that, since health and Nano have meant that I missed the last two #WipItUps, but well, I have another idea :D Since I couldn't share my story "Santa Dom" with you while I was working on it because it was for the anthology "Mischief Under the Mistletoe," I'm going to share my excerpt now.

Dipping my toes into writing this isn't about my Nano novel, I looked at the Week 170 inspiration picture and pondered, especially because it was already 5pm on Sunday, I'd be going to online church in 3 hours because finances meant skipping going to a physical church this morning. I'm also finally watching "When We Rise"- I'd only started the first of five episodes. Yup, plenty of times when my emotions ran over- I came out as bisexual in the mid 1990s when Pride March and Festivals where still begun with a reading of the names... of people who had died from AIDS. While Christmas is hard for me- when my daughter came out as transgender, I finally told my parents to go the fuck away, although they keep trying to worm their way back in- I have a short story coming out on Thursday (a Christmas-y one) and I wanted to enjoy this picture Kayla found us.
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Tom tossed the Santa hat over his hard cock when his bedroom door opened unexpectedly.
"And what is my darling hubby doing?" August teased as he barreled into the room.
"Please, Sir, don't call me hubby," Tom muttered.
"Sir? August arched one of his delightfully bushy black eyebrows.
"Master." He sighed at August's gorgeous smile.
"I like that much better. So what are you doing here, my delightful cub?" August brushed one hand over his buzz cut hair.
"Touching myself. I was lonely. We hadn't agreed it wasn't okay. Sir. Master."
"Master." August laid his hand on Tom's thigh beside the hat's white puffball. "May I?"
"Yes, but..." Tom swallowed, his Adam's apple making his short black beard bounce.
"Let me question that but. We do need to negotiate more. I would like something more serious and I think you too, but you were feeling lonely, cub. Why? We just had a big breakfast together." August plucked the hat off Tom's cock and placed it on his head. He joined Tom on their bed and pulled his lover against him. "Or maybe loneliness is your excuse for touching yourself?"
"I don't know. I feel sad... Master." Tom chuckled. "I like Master too. Maybe I'll feel less sad if I'm busy making you happy?"
August pressed his face against Tom's hairy cheek, their beards mingling. "You haven't gotten totally soft. How about you make me proud and make yourself come?"
"Master?" Tom's eyes opened huge as he looked at August.
"Think of it as an early Christmas gift for me?"
"Yes, Master!" He held out one hand and liked his lips as August scooped some petroleum jelly onto it. "I'm so glad I was celibate and we got tested and don't have to worry about barriers, Sir. Master."
"Me to." Leading his cub's hand to his cock, August encouraged him to wrap his hand around it.
"Oh, yes," Tom groaned.
"How fast can you come for me?"
"Uh um--" Tom's eyelids slid closed as his hand moved up and down with ever increasing speed.
August reached around to cup Tom's balls.
"Yes, thanks, Master," he gasped. "Beg, squeeze, Master."
"Good boy." August slowly tightened his hold until Tom pressed against him. He kissed the tiny spot of hairless cheek before his cub turned his head. He thrust his tongue into the submissive mouth and probed.
Tom writhed against the bed. His thumb hit his frenulum. His scream of release was muffled by August's kissing mouth.
Smiling, August enjoyed the hot cum splashing over his legs. Ending the kiss, he muttered, "My good cub. Pull the comforter up around us."
Happily obeying, the calm sub pulled the blanket up around them and burrowed against his Master.

Learning about sexuality in so many forms, I value when people who have a gender and/or anatomy different than my own share their experiences. Looking at the video prompt Kayla gave us, I was lead to two thoughts: 1) guys with weight problems sometimes experience erectile dysfunction and 2) Gaelan and a dildo. I wanted to write in The Queen's POV and let meant approaching Gaelan's obesity as his Master experiences his boy as wonderfully attractive- rolls and all.

Safer sex note: because of the testing schedule The Queen maintains in his polyamorous family, they don't use condoms. Using coconut oil as lubricant is wonderful (I often do), but it's only good when you don't have to use a latex barrier.

"Now I saw an intriguing video of a man fucking himself on a dildo, but I do not want to make you work for your orgasm." The Queen traced his finger down the middle of Gaelan's naked chest.

"My Queen?" Gaelan moaned.

"I think this body prop should bring you up to the right height."

"Right height, my Queen?"

"Yes, love." The Queen brushed his dry fingers over Gaelan's magnificently hairy asshole.

Gaelan trembled against the foam.

"Here, my gorgeous boy." The Queen collected a fingerful of the new coconut oil-based lube Tommy had made for this play. He rubbed it over Gaelan's puckered asshole before grabbing more.

Moving his hips, Gaelan encouraged The Queen to penetrate him.

"Tell me what you want, love," The Queen growled.

"I want to feel your finger inside my ass, my Queen," Gaelan begged.

Grasping another fingerful of lube, The Queen gently pressed the tip of his finger against the muscles that strove to keep him out despite Gaelan's pleading.

"Yes, yes, my Queen," Gaelan whimpered. He pushed down as The Queen slowly penetrated him.

"Are you not going to beg to know more?"

"No, my Queen. I trust you, my Queen."

"That arouses me far more than you may ever know." The Queen leaned over and kissed Gaelan's tummy rolls repeatedly. He withdrew his finger and brought the fucking machine closer.

"My Queen, thank you," Gaelan sobbed, as if imagining the waiting pleasure.

"You are welcome, my love, my sweetest boy." The Queen slathered the rainbow-colored dildo with lubricant. He held on of Gaelan's asscheeks as he brought the machine forward, as the silicone eased into the asshole shining with oil. Once the dildo was shallowly seated within Gaelan, he took his greased hand to caress his boy's soft cock. "I want you to feel good, whether you get an erection or not, whether you feel the impulse to ejaculate or not. No begging for permission for anything, my love."

"Yes, thanks, my Queen." Gaelan's eyelids slid down as The Queen started the machine, its thrusts gentle and regular as the dildo went deeper into him.

The Queen crouched near Gaelan's chest. He rested his cheek so his lips pressed against one nipple. "Does that feel good?"

"Yes, thanks, my Queen," Gaelan hissed with his pleasure.

"I love watching you feel so much," The Queen cooed before kissing the nipple that rested against his lips. He smiled when Gaelan wrapped his arms awkwardly around his neck and shoulders to hold on through his ecstasy.

"My Queen! Love you, my Queen! Thanks. Oh, yes!"

The Queen tightened his neck, choosing to avoid damaging Gaelan's pleasure by the acknowledgment of him having an erection or not. "Love you, my pooka."

"Please kiss me, my Queen!" Gaelan cried out.

The Queen possessed Gaelan's lips with a hard kiss. He thrust his tongue into Gaelan's mouth, his hands moving to cup his submissive's head. His arousal tightened and then relaxed in his body. He pressed his pelvis against the foam. His eyes closed.

"Love, thanks, uh, Queen, yes," Gaelan babbled against The Queen's lips.

Hungry for his love, The Queen started kissing Gaelan again as he came in his jeans, the warm cum encouraging his cock to slide against the inside of the zipper. He opened his eyes to see Gaelan's face tighten. He started the kiss again before Gaelan could beg. He kissed through the quivering release that he figured would mean cum in his hair as it moved against his love's stomach. He kissed Gaelan until the pressure of his jeans became too much and he backed off the kiss.

"Thanks, my Queen," Gaelan said the moment his lips were free. His eyes rolled up in his head. "My Queen, I... I can't... more."

The Queen pressed the off button on the fucking machine. "My love, my life, let us go shower."

"Yes, my Queen."