me and my husband. 03/16/14
“In the sky, there are stars; on the earth, flowers grow; and in my universe, there is you.”
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“Kip? Boy, what are you doing back there? Come on out now, it’s alright.”
“But…” he looks at the floor, his blue eyes obscured by long lashes. “You’ll look.”
I try to suppress an ‘aww’. Despite all the beef on his body, he’s cuddly and shy as a rabbit. “Yes, I will. There’s no reason to be ashamed of it.”
“Isn’t it …vulgar? To want to be nude?”
“No. You’re born nude aren’t you? To be honest Kip, I would go as far as saying that you are far too lovely to cover your body up with clothes anyway.”
He blushes all over and hides behind the curtain more. I remind myself that hardened leather daddys do not say “aww”. “If you’re really uncomfortable, you can put your underwear back on,” I offer. Maybe taking this slow wasn’t a good idea – glacial is probably a better speed for him.
He thinks about it and chews on his lower lip. “I came here to spend a weekend with you, to learn what it was like to be a houseboy. I should be more grateful for your patience, and not hiding behind you curtain.”
“How did you imagine this weekend would go?”
Kip blinks and twists his fingers in the sheer fabric of the drapes. “I imagined me cleaning, organizing, maybe cooking a little – domestic bliss, really, which is embarrassing.”
“Why is it embarrassing?” I ask, feeling more like a therapist than a Master.
“Because a man shouldn’t want to do those things,” he says softly.
“Ah.” I see what’s going on now. He thinks that coming out from behind that curtain means going against what it means to be a ‘man’. “Kip,” I say in a soft soothing voice, “Who dictates what a boy can or can’t do? You’re the only one who does. It’s just you and I here. There are no other judges. I respect men that accept who they are and embrace it. You’ve already made positive steps. You’ve recognized that you find peace in cleaning and tidying, that having a clean house is how you show affection and love to a man you like. Most people don’t get that far.”
His eyes light up. I can tell Kip is relieved I understand him. “I …just want to make someone happy. I know it’s selfish, but I’m really a homebody. I don’t want to do anything amazing, or receive a lot of attention. Just knowing my hard work makes someone else’s life easier and more comfortable makes me feel really content. Well the idea of it anyway…you know, it’d be nice to be on a nice farm, waking up to roosters, fetching the eggs, making my Master a new breakfast…”
“And you will get that. You are unshaped clay, Kip. You are going to make some man very happy one day.”
Kip smiles. “Really?”
“Yes. Tell me, when you pictured this lifestyle in your head, do you picture yourself nude?”
The pink color returns to his face. “Yes, normally.”
“Why?”
“Be… because,” he stumbles over his words and shifts his weight to the other foot. “Because… a man’s home is his domain. It’s his to access and use as he pleases. I think, a houseboy should be the same. They’re part of the house. If I’m covered up, then that sends a message that the Maser can not fully enjoy what he owns. That feels wrong.”
I nod. “After a long day at work, a man does appreciate coming home to a gorgeous naked boy and a clean spotless house.”
“I want that! I really do… but first I have to get over this fear of being naked. It’s so stupid. I think because I developed later than most boys, I used to change in the bathroom at school.”
The poor thing. There has to be something I can do. Then, I get an idea. “How about baby steps? Hold on a moment.” I leave the room and jog upstairs, returning a moment later with a pair of underwear. “Here. I think this will help.”
Kip accepts them and turns them over in his hands. The slinky blue fabric slips through his fingers like water. “Oh, they’re semi-transparent!”
“Yes. You’ll feel covered and secure, but I’ll still be able to see a bit. When you’re ready, we’ll move on to a more see-through pair.”
“Is this normal? I mean, for a houseboy in training?”
I fold my arms. “You have a long way to go until you’re ready to sign a contract, but there is nothing wrong with taking training slow. Every boy is different.”
Kip nods then ducks behinds the curtains to step into the underwear. I can see the silhouette of his soft member through the muslin. I sigh softly. Something about Kip just makes me want to cuddle him all day, to take picnics into meadows and make daisy crowns or something. Kip’s a delicate lad; I’m excited that he picked me to be the first man to explore his body and teach him pleasure. I imagine being inside of him would be like ascending to heaven. My cock begins to stir by the time Kip steps out from behind the curtain. I eye him from head to toe. The underwear fits him perfectly. They hug his waist and thighs, and make his eyes sparkle. He’s still blushing a little. He’s made the first step to his future.
“Excellent. Now, we can begin.”
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Text is fictional. Source is model Colt Pratte, photographed by Angela Rose. More pictures in source link.
In the weding
“Julio? Where are you?”
“Over here. Is it ok for you to see me before the wedding?”
“I just wanted to see how you were doing. You barely slept last night in exciteme – wooow look at you! You look incredible, Julio. I’m so glad I spent the money to get your suit fitted. Just…wow.”
He blushes and smooths out invisible wrinkles.
“Mmm.” My eyes roved over him from top to bottom. There was not an inch I didn’t want to eat. “Take it out.”
“…Now?”
“Yes, I want to see you fully dressed.”
Julio’s signature blush returned to his cheeks. He pulls out his tucked-in shirt, then unzips his pants and extracts his package. I sigh. He’s really perfect. My dream boy come to life. There are not words to express how badly I want to ravish him and send him to the altar thoroughly fucked and flushed.
“Jesus. You are a gift, Julio. I am so lucky you are marrying me.” I step forward and pull him up against me to kiss his glossy lips. I slide my palms over the slick fabric fitted to his ass and push my crotch up against his. I slide one hand between us and stroke the plastic around his cock. He watches me do so, although he can’t feel it. I like that he watches, as if Julio needs the visual confirmation that I am denying him the pleasure of skin to skin contact. Still, the flesh is pushing up hard against the restraint.
“I can’t wait for our honey moon when you unlock me,” he pants. Julio is easily aroused. “We’re going to spend the entire day in bed.”
I nuzzle him. “You’re going to have to wait. We have to get married first.”
Julio moans. “I knew I was going to be horny when we got married.”
I chuckle. “Well, everything makes you horny…”
“Even more so now that my unlocked date is coming up so soon!”
“You’ve been such a good boy,” I murmur as I nibble on his ear. “You are going to get your perfect wedding night, indeed… but you will be locked up right after.”
He pulls away in surprise. “What? I thought it was coming off for good!”
“Well, that’s what I thought too. Then I realized something, Julio. When you and I met, our relationship was purely based on sex. Sex, sex, sex. Amazing, mind-blowing sex – in the bedroom, in the kitchen, in the elevator, in the club bathroom, behind the wall at that park. I was falling in love with you, but you saw me as nothing but a cock.”
“I did not!” he huffs.
“We rushed through every date we had to get to sex,” I gently remind him. “When I introduced you to chastity, I was hoping you’d like it as a kink and want to try it out, but it was also to try and take the erections away. I wanted to get to know you, the real you. I wanted to know if there was any emotion at all behind your pretty blue eyes. We started to go on real dates, you and I. Do you remember how fun those were? How romantic? There was no pretense or expectation…” I sigh. “You made me so happy.”
I watch his face furrow and then it dawns on him. “I never made the connection before, but I didn’t start falling in love with you until…. after our third date. I was just annoyed you wouldn’t unlock me because I was so horny, but it made me look forward to seeing you all the time – then I started thinking about you more than your cock… wow, I had no idea I had the chastity device to thank.”
“Thanks for what?”
“Oh man…” Julio looks concerned. “To think. If you hadn’t put it on me, our relationship wouldn’t have ever gotten past the purely-sex phase. I wouldn’t have realized the love of my life was right in front of me but I was too horny to see it. Someone else would have snatched you up, married you…”
I kiss him on the forehead. “But that didn’t happen. I love you so much Julio, and I’m so unbelievably happy you said ‘yes’ when I proposed.”
“Oh god,” he says, “I cried so much when you popped the question. I had been suspecting it but I was sooo surprised. I can’t believe I’m settling down.” He sniffs.
“Oh no,” I chuckle, “Sweetheart, don’t cry you’re going to make me cry.” I push away his tears with my knuckles. “Crying is for the ceremony ok?”
He nods. I give him a tissue. “I’ll hold myself together until then. And Dominick?”
“Yes?”
“I’m…kind of scared now, what would happen if you let me out of chastity too long. Would I fall out of love with you and just become another horny, sex crazed twink all over again? I don’t want to be a robot without any feelings.”
“Oh Julio, I shouldn’t have brought this up. You’re so emotional now.”
He huffs. “Well you did.”
I tuck him back in his pants and fix his shirt. “We’ll see what happens when I unlock you on our honeymoon. I was hoping you’d keep it off for the entire honeymoon, but you can always ask me to put it back on.”
He nods. “Is it safe to continue wearing the plastic one? It’s hard to clean.”
“Well, I was going to surprise you in Tahiti, but I got you a metal one, sweetheart, one that’s much easier to clean.”
“Oh Dominick!” he throws his arms around me. “You take such good care of me. I’m so glad I entrusted my heart to you.”
I squeeze him hard. “I will never lock that up though. I want it to beat loud and clear.”
He takes my hand and places it over his chest. “Can you feel it?”
I pause. “Yes, yes I do. I think it’s pounding out the Morse code for ‘I love you’.”
“Oh it is, Dominick, it is.” We embrace for a quiet moment, then Julio speaks up again, “Hey um…do we have a little time?”
“I think so,” I say as I glance at my watch. “Yes.”
“Would you fuck me please? You can see the outline of my full balls in these pants because they’re so clingy, even through the underwear!”
“Can you?” I tilt my head and cup him with my hand. “Mm you can. That’s fucking hot but your mother would cry. I want to save sex for our wedding night, though. Take off your pants so we don’t get drips on them. I’ll get the travel vibrator I keep in my bag and milk you real fast.”
“Oh I’m so glad you brought it with you Dominick. I don’t want to be leaking at the altar.”
“Well, as hot as that would be, I want you to focus on me up there, not your cock.”
“Agreed.”
I kiss him. “Ok I’ll be right back. Put a paper towel down and get on all fours on the sofa. I’ll be right back.”
It only took a moment to find the device. I found him in the same dressing room, naked from the waist down, shirt tails flipped up and out of the way. His plump ass was on view to me, and my cock began to throb at the view of it. I couldn’t take him though, it wasn’t time. I pulled up a chair next to the sofa and made sure the paper towel was in place.
I cupped his balls in my warm hand, stroking and petting them until he was aroused and swollen.
“Oh Dominick!” he gasped, squirming my hand. “Oh god, it feels so good. I just went from zero to horny in like 3 seconds!”
“That’s normal,” I quip. “Your balls are really full. I had no idea they could get this big. Maybe when we get home from Tahiti, it’ll be time for a ball stretcher.”
He groans, his face resting on the back of the sofa. “Don’t tease me, please, just milk me.”
“I am, I am. Just preparing you.” I lift his cock with my hand and nestle the vibrator tip right up between where his cock meets his balls, then flick it on.
He bellows out a moan and rolls his hips. I lick my lips. This is supposed to be a clinical exercise, but when I give him any sort of attention to his groin he automatically tries to seduce me to get more of it. “Calm down boy, just focus on the vibrations.”
“Feels so good,” Julio nearly sobs.
I move the vibrator in little circles against his testicles, loving the way Julio tries to escape my grip. His cock is jumping and twitching, try its best to get hard – but it’s futile, owned and locked. A couple milky drops indicate the rest is coming, and in a few seconds his seed gushes out in spurts all over the towel.
“Oh!” he cries out. “Ooooh god. It always feels so weird, Dominick! The pressure vanishes, but I’m still super horny. It almost feels like I’m peeing or something.”
I give him a little extra vibration to get the stragglers, then shut it off. He whimpers. “It’s perfect then isn’t it? Now your balls should fit better in your dress pants, your mind should be a bit clearer too.”
“Are – are you sure you won’t fuck me?” Julio asks.
“On the honeymoon,” I reply. I give his package a couple tugs, then go to find a napkin to clean up the mess. Julio watches me with clear eyes as I tidy up his groin and dress him. In minutes, he’s presentable again.
“How do you feel?” I ask.
“Wonderful,” he admits. “Like I’m ready to be married.”
I smile. “Your dad should be coming for you soon. I’ll see you at the altar.”
“Can’t wait.”
We share a kiss and then part.
In the photos of our wedding, Julio looks blissed out and is smiling like an idiot. I cried a lot and my eyes are red in some of the shots, but in a lot of them I’m staring lovingly at him instead of the camera. When I enjoy most about our photos though is what you can’t see – his cage under his clothes, and the key on a silver chain around my neck tucked into my shirt.
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Text is fictional. Source is OP I think.
Julian was in charge of “pup camp” at the bdsm convention which was a room where Masters could leave their over-excited pups so they could have some peace and quiet. Their pups loved the chance to play and socialize with other pups, to truly thrive in their headspace. The last night of the convention, the pups could all sleep over in Julian’s hotel suite if they liked. About a dozen volunteered.
Just after midnight that evening, there was a big, nasty Midwest thunderstorm with vibrant lighting and booming thunder…and Julian woke up at 1 am in a very crowded bed to lots of whimpers. Some of the pups were just nervous and needed comfort, but oh the boys from California just could not handle their weather!
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Text is fictional.
“Leave us.”
Porter watches his henchmen go, before turning his attention to his new toy. His men had washed and shaved him, before putting him back in his underwear for display.
“You are quite a catch. Healthy. Strong. Will be useful at the docks. Now i’m gonna tell you this once and only once. You’re life could have ended yesterday at the end of my gun. You fucked up real good, but I know you were stealin’ to take care of your mama. I’ve given you mercy, so now your life is mine. You are my indentured man now. I expect you to be obedient and not too uppity. You will work when I say so, keep my bed warm at night, and your mom will get a nice deposit from now on. But the more you act up, the more you disobey the less she gets. So you be a good boy now, and we won’t have any problems.”
“N-n-no Sir. Thank you Sir.”
“That’s what I thought. You got a right head on you. You’ll learn fast. Now you will kneel in respect when I walk into a room. Back straight now. Knees together. Hands behind your back. Excellent. Remember that, I will test you. Now Roberts will show you to your quarters and get you fitted for a chastity device.”
“A – a what?”
“A chastity device, boy. You are going to have to earn every single privilege starting from zero. Down to the fork you eat with, and the cock you masturbate with.”
He stares at Porter with huge eyes.
“Don’t worry, you won’t be the only one in my squad with one on. Surely you can make some friends.” Porter grinned.
The boy worked his jaw, then stared at the carpet. He tried not to think about what was ahead but…it was better than jail. Or a coffin. And his mom got her medication and apartment paid for. He had no future anyway – a high school drop out, a delinquent who stole for cash. His only other job had been a drug runner. Porter was offering him a future, in a twisted sort of way. It was his only choice.
“Yes…. yes Sir. I don’t like the idea of the chastity cage Sir but…is it going to hurt?”
“No boy. You might feel some tightness. Any ache, you tell me, and I’ll fix it.”
“…Thank you Porter.”
“Sir.”
“Sir.”
“Good boy. Roberts! Come on here, get him fitted and take him to his quarters please until dinner.”
Roberts came back into the room. “Aye aye Captain. Alright, boy, come with me. And don’t you give me no shit, cause I’m not nearly as patient as ol’ Porter here. Man you’re a cute little thing.” He grinned. “You’re gonna fit in juuuust fine.”
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Text is fictional. This looks like Bound Gods to me…
“Ken? Ken? Did you leave?”
Ken sticks his red head out of the bedroom. “No I’m right here. What’s up?”
“Oh it was quiet, I thought you left….”
“Nope, I wouldn’t leave without telling you. How do you feel?”
“Sore. Like shit. The icepack is helping though.”
Ken perks up. “Good! I’ll be in a minute with lunch. I found some cookie cutters in your kitchen so your sandwich is gonna be fun dino shapes! Yay!” he said with embellished enthusiasm to make his friend laugh, and he got the response he wanted.
“I’m 34, too old for dinos, Ken.”
“No you’re not. You’re also not too old for mac and cheese and apple bunnies.”
“…What’s an apple bunny?”
“You’ll see,” he said with a little smile. Ken moved to duck out of the room, but Jack felt a bolt of panic when he did.
“Ken wait wait.”
“What?”
“…Do you um, think I’m less of a man because I only got one ball now?”
It was a funny question, but Ken didn’t laugh. His face furrowed in question because Jack looked so distraught. “When you told me you had a lump, and it might be cancer, all the color went out of the room. You’ve been my best friend since you saved me from that bully in 7th grade. I don’t know how to live without you.”
“Aww shit, Ken, thanks, really.”
“You still have your cock. Plus, God put our balls outside our body in a soft squishy sac… he was smart enough to give us an extra for insurance. Once you get the implant, no one will be able to tell.”
Relief washed over Jack’s face. He relaxed. “Yeah. Yeah you’re right.” He slid his hand down between the sheets. “Yep the cock is still there.”
Ken chuckled. “You have a few minutes to appreciate it before I bring in lunch.” He ducked out of the room.
“Wait wait Ken.”
“Whaaaat you big baby?”
“Will you still take care of me when the chemo hits me hard and my hair falls out and I’m gross?”
“…Don’t be an idiot, I’m not going anywhere.” Ken tsked his bed-ridden friend.
“…Ken?”
“Yes?”
“You’re my best friend, but I swear, it’s like we’re married soemtimes.”
Ken blushed, furiously red across his pale face. “Yeah…it is like we’re married aren’t we…haha…ha.”
He quickly escaped out of the room, but not before he heard Jack mutter, “I think that’d be nice actually…”
Ken was too macho to turn back and open up that can of worms with Jack, because mostly he felt like he would agree with him. It would be nice. As he put together the rest of the lunch on a tray, Ken realized he wouldn’t feel awkward kissing Jack and wondered what it all meant.
Ken thought that he really should be spending this weekend at a girl’s place, not here taking care of Jack… well first Ken would have to find a girlfriend. It’d been a while. It’d have to be someone with a good sense of humor, someone who wouldn’t mind going hiking on the weekends. Maybe someone who appreciated a night in, watching a movie too. Someone ambitious. Someone cute. Well, really, someone like…. oh god.
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Text is fictional.
And the Priape Construction gear fits perfectly…phew!
The jock is highly adjustable and plenty of package space.
How a pup should look when you tell him to “get dressed”.
“Sir – I can’t wear this! It’s – it shows off everything!” he stammers.
I remain firm. “You will wear them because I say so, and if you go against my orders I will spank you in them.”
He plucks at the tight denim and screws up his face. “I’m sorry for being stubborn, Sir, but but….why?”
“Think about it, boy. Your cock has lost its function as a sex object. It’s hidden away, no longer allowed to harden like a real man’s cock would. Since it’s just flesh now, it doesn’t need to be tucked away. I want it on display where I can see my property and make sure it gets fresh air. Plus, every time you feel the breeze against your smooth balls, you’ll remember you’re owned.”
“Yes…yes Sir, I am owned. Thank you for holding my key and training me.”
“Good boy. It’s been a pleasure. Now, go on your evening walk now and stop by the gas station on the way home to pick up a family-sized bag of Skittles.”
“Family-sized sir?”
“Yes. For sharing with good, obedient boys. Unless of course, I have to spank you and restrain you and you can watch me eat them.”
He stares at me. I can see the gears in his head moving. Skittles are his favorite candy, and he is on a sugar-restricted diet to curb his ballooning weight. His last Master spoiled him nearly rotten. He was more of a pampered poodle than an actual slave; he was not punished for rule breaking, gorged on whatever he pleased, and cock was allowed to go free. Why even own a slave if all you do is – …I shake my head and cut my own thoughts off. I didn’t want to irritate myself thinking about that again.
He’s made his decision. “May I take a bottle of water on my walk Sir?”
“Yes,” I say, punctuating it with a smile. “Take one of the little sports bottles.”
He nods and sets his face, determined to face humiliation and complete his task. “May I be dismissed Sir?”
“Yes. Oh, and one more thing boy?”
“Yes Sir?”
“If you feel the urge to piss on your walk…I expect you to do it outdoors and I want you to film it on your phone for proof.”
His eyes go wide. He’s never been asked to do anything quite so daring, so naughty. “Sir-!”
“Yes? Is there a problem?” I absentmindedly tug on his cage.
He works his jaw, then swallows he words; he squirms in my grip. “No …no Sir, there isn’t. I’m going on my walk now.”
Little by little, I can see the stubbornness and attitude problems melt away to reveal the prize of a slave underneath. He makes me so proud, every single day. “Good boy,” I say with as much fondness in my voice as I can. I squeeze him on the ass then give it a pat to indicate he should go; I watch him prepare for his walk and leave the house. After a moment of reflection, I get up and go to find a candy dish and check the batteries in the vibrator.
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Text is fictional. I think source is OP.
Sorry, one post today – not feeling well.
bleegghh
I don’t feel well. I feel achy and my voice is all hoarse. All this has reminded me of is that there is a lack of cute boys in nurse outfits on my dashboard, and I should remedy this immediately.
Male porn stars and models read ‘mean tweets’ – via Men.com. This is based off the Jimmy Fallon Show skit from Jimmy Kimmel Live, based on the original skit in where celebrities read ‘mean tweets’.
This is hilarious, I am thrilled that this exists.