Photo by jaydenpup (c) 2013
Photo by jaydenpup (c) 2013
Does anybody know what kind of mask this is and where it can be bought?
After much searching, since I know I’ve seen this before…I found it again!
Also found the original Image source:
Priape Mag Vol. 2 2011 - Photographer Alexandre Berthiaume
(Artwork by IronKat from pivix)
(Artwork by Coffeecream from y-gallery)
Jordan hunched over his textbooks, trying to focus on his studies. The library was pretty much empty at this time of night, free from distractions and the low buzz of whispered conversations and rustle of turning pages. Most other students had headed back to their dorms for dinner instead of sticking around to study. He glanced at his watch again and sighed, running his fingers through his shaggy hair distractedly. He should have started earlier on his paper instead of partying on the weekends, skipping class, and only attending labs. He shook himself out of a sleepy reverie and buried his head in the textbook again, doggedly making his way, paragraph by paragraph, through the dry text.
After a few pages, he looked at his phone for the time. Only 5 minutes had passed. His neck had stiffened up during this intense study session. Jordan sighed again and rubbed his neck, trying to ease the tense muscle. He leaned back, stretching his arms up and over his head.
Cool metal encircled his wrists and his arms were jerked upward. “…the hell!!” Jordan swore, twisting to get a look at his silent attacker. His neck twinged, reminding him that he didn’t have the range of motion he usually did. “Fuck!” He was wrestled out of his seat, over to one of the bookshelves where the handcuffs were hooked on something sturdily attached to the top shelf.
His attacker wrapped his arms around him hugging him tightly and pressing in close to his back. A low, husky voice caressed Jordan’s ear with a whisper, “You have no idea how long I’ve been waiting to do this to you.” He nuzzled Jordan’s neck and bit him hard, sucking on the captured flesh and eliciting a gasp from his victim. “Since you keep flirting with me but avoiding me every time I try to talk to you alone, I thought I would take things into my own hands. I know you want me, you tease.”
Finally, recognition clicked in his brain. “Troy?!” Jordan choked out in shock — the incredibly handsome teaching assistant he’d been lusting after all semester was gay?!
Troy ignored his question and pulled Jordan’s shirt out of his pants, hurriedly unbuttoning it and sliding his hands along the flushed skin. He admired Jordan’s smooth chest, brushing his calloused fingertips over sensitive nipples that hardened at his touch. “That’s nice…” he murmured, watching the younger student duck his head in embarrassment. He reached for Jordan’s waistband, pulling his sweatpants down to his knees in one swift motion.
Jordan’s cheeks flamed again as his traitorous cock bounced up eagerly to slap his abs. He couldn’t deny this chance encounter was turning him on like crazy. Troy pulled away momentarily and Jordan had to stifle a whimper at the sudden loss of contact. He couldn’t turn around to see what was going on, but he could hear the distinct sound of a zipper being pulled down.
Troy returned, wrapping his strong arms around Jordan again. This time though, the evidence of his arousal was pressed between Jordan’s naked cheeks. “You want this, right?” he growled, making Jordan’s knees go weak. Troy pushed his hips forward, rubbing himself against Jordan’s ass. “Tell me how much you want this.” he demanded.
Jordan groaned, wantonly humping the older student’s hand, slicking it with his excitement. “I want this! I’ve wanted this since I saw you that first day in class. And then finding out you were the TA for my lab…” he babbled, eyes half-closed, barely remembering to keep his voice down in the library. Troy kept manipulating his cock, stroking firmly, all the while, whispering dirty things in his ear. When he showed no signs of stopping, Jordan protested, squirming and trying to stave off the inevitable feeling rising through his groin. “Troy! If you keep this up, I’m gonna..”
All of a sudden, Troy stopped everything. “I know.” he said with a wicked grin.
Jordan’s body arched and he panted, trying to regain control of his over-sensitized body.
“Come on. Let’s head back to my place.” Troy uncuffed him and pulled up his jeans and buttoned them. “Don’t worry about studying for your final. After all, I’m doing the marking!”
(Artwork by seelacanth from y-gallery)
(Artwork by MisterChristianX)
(Photography by Vienna-Calling from DeviantArt)
(Artwork by MildredMonster from y-gallery)
(Artwork by WishMistress from y-gallery)
(Photography by HypocriteFace from DeviantArt)
(Artwork by IncubusGrave from y-gallery)
“You understand why you’ve been punished?” Master asked gravely.
“Yes sir.” My voice trembled. He smacked my ass hard, and I yelped. He groped my butt, massaging the bruised and reddened flesh. “I won’t do it again, sir.”
Master pointed at the corner, “Good boy. Go kneel there till I say you can move. Hands behind your back.”
I don’t often have the house to myself — just once every few weeks — the price of living with other people for a lower rent. I had an hour alone this afternoon and I spent it testing out one of the best 99-cent investments I’ve made in recent times — a bright red ping-pong paddle from a Salvation Army thrift store. Since I bought it two days ago, I have been wondering how it would feel.
As soon as everyone left today, I went downstairs to retrieve my paddle. I stepped out of my sweatpants and tested it with a small swat to my bare ass. It stung in a really superficial way. The ping pong paddle delivered an impact to a much larger area of flesh than my other toys, but since the paddle was so lightweight, the impact wasn’t that bad.
The paddle made an excellent warm-up toy for my self-inflicted impact play. I followed it up with alternating between a thin, whippy riding crop that acts a bit more like a cane, a wider crop, a wooden sword (uh…don’t ask….), a paint stirring stick, and a light wooden dowel. I had to scramble to put all my toys away and look normal when I heard the front door opening and people coming back, but it was a pretty good session.
It’s been about 5 hours since I played and my ass is still feeling warm and tender. Sitting down is something to be done carefully, but it’s a pleasant reminder of the fun I had. Definitely happy with the pingpong paddle!
(Artwork by MisterX from y-gallery)