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by ccallenreese

A houseboy enjoys the attention of his Master’s young guest. He never thought about serving the guests this way, but the more Peterson teases his nipples the more the urge to protest ebbs away…. He likes the hand on his ass, likes being held in place in a man’s lap. The houseboy looks over at his Master for approval, direction. His Master smirks and raises his wine chalice in acknowledgement then glances at his guest. “Peterson, dear, I know you must be terribly pent up after your long journey but save his virginity, I have not taken it yet.”
Peterson groans. “You lay out a feast, but give me a sugarspoon to eat it with.”
The house Master tsks. “He is not yet ripe, but his scent says he is fruiting. You may ravish him in any other way, just do not spoil him.”
“It frustrates me, but I’ll behave myself. Best you take him soon, or other predators will no doubt steal your prize.”
An eyebrow goes up. “That ‘prize’ is branded and owned with papers, mind you, no fool would risk that that for one night of copulation.”
Peterson smiled. “Mmm…but you haven’t tasted these nipples and listened to him pant. A lot of logic escapes the mind when there’s a horny boy in your lap.”

The Master chuckles. “Aye of that I can agree. Hence why I’m going to watch you both…it is a most enjoyable view.”
“You hear that houseboy?” Peterson asks, nibbling on his ear. “We best give your Master a show or he will be ever so grumpy tomorrow.”
“He is adorable when he’s grumpy though,” the houseboy adds, daring to be a bit cheeky.
“Boy, do not say such slanderous things. I am not.”
Peterson laughed. “Oh yes you are. But we’re going to make him a happy man aren’t we? Now houseboy, let’s see…what’s between your legs hm?”

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Text is fictional. Watermarked.

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by ccallenreese

“Hey baby, how’s Nashville?”
“Humid. And I miss you.”
“I miss you too. How’s your mom?”
“She’s…stable right now. But it’s not good, the doctor’s are saying things like ‘you need to prepare yourself that she might not leave the hospital’.”
I click my tongue. “Oh bearbear, I’m so sorry you’re going through this.”
“Me too. When she’s lucid she’s so happy I’m here, so it’s worth it. Miss you so bad though.”
“How so?” I wonder if he can hear me smiling over the phone.
“I miss cuddling with you in bed. I miss chiding you for eating your toast standing up, dropping crumbs on the floor. I miss you falling asleep on me when we watch late night movies. I miss the way you get so hilariously excited when your favorite porn actor announces a new video…”
“Oh come on, you love watching my porn too.”
“Ok ok, a little, but it’s more about the sex than the actual dick owners. But seriously, baby, you know what I miss most?”
“mmm What bearbear?”

“Those morning when you get up before me and go on your jogs. I’m just waking up when you get out of the shower, and if I roll onto your side of the bed I can see your bare ass in the bathroom as you preen in the mirror… I was just layin’ in bed this morning and wishin’ it were true.”
“Aww, really? I find it so sexy that you like to watch me,” I say, my throat a bit tight. “You’re breaking my heart over here. Shit, I wish I could take more time off of work and come visit you in Nashville!”
“Don’t make your boss angry. It’s not your fault you got sick in March and had to use all your days off.”
“I know, I know,” I sigh. “Hey, why don’t I make you some videos so you’re less homesick?”
“Like what?”
“It’s a secret. You’ll find out when you open them.”
“…Any that are not safe for work?”
I snicker. “There miiiight be a couple.”
He groans. “You have no idea how wonderful that would be. Please, just please, make them. …Oh what Tanesha? She is? … Hey love, mom is waking up. I gotta go. Talk to you soon.”
“Ok, I’ll call later. Love you.”
“Love you more. Bye.”
“Bye bearbear.”

The ideas for the videos burbled up instantly, one after the other. There was one I had to make first though. The next morning, I got up early and went on my jog. I took a shower, then made sure I spent plenty of time grooming in front of the mirror naked. I uploaded the video to a privately listed Youtube account and sent it to my lover. When I checked the stats later, I saw it had been viewed 41 times in 24 hours. I made sure to send him more – lots more – of my ass, of my body, of me lifting weights, of me masturbating.

Shortly after I began the project, I suddenly didn’t hear from him for two days until he called. He told me in a tired voice that his mother had passed. They were preparing for the funeral now. He begged me to not stop with the videos, as they were the only thing holding him together and keeping him distracted from deep grief and pain.

I told my boss I had a family emergency, took the Friday off, and flew to Nashville with my GoPro and a black suit packed in my luggage.

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Text is fictional. Not sure of source…probably from Vine.

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by ccallenreese

le-corps-de-ballet:

people who say that baseball players have nice legs obviously haven’t seen male ballet dancers’ legs….

Rugby players win in the muscular upper-torso department, but you’re right about the legs on male ballet dancers. Finer specimens of male strength, agility, and grace you won’t find elsewhere. Each leg a fluid sculpture of muscle, tendon, cartilage, bone, and beauty.

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bofu:

So once again, I have to gush about my oldest friend in the world (the amazing Mr. Alexander Burton) and how amazing he is.  Still haven’t gotten used to the fact that he is actually being paid to dance with Ballet BC, and I will never get used to how stunning he is.  This guy has worked so freaking hard to get to where he is today.  He’s got a show coming up this weekend (March 8th 2012) …any peeps in Vancouver, y’all should check it out.  He’s a star, and I’m so so so glad that I have this guy in my life.  I’ve been so lucky to watch him grow as a dancer and as a person…and that I’ve had him in all but the first 3 days of my life is just amazing to me.  

Photos by 

Joe McNally

I haven’t done a ‘late nigh ballet reblog’ in a while. So here’s ten photos of of Alexander enraptured by the freedom dance has given him to express himself.

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by ccallenreese

Marcus pretended the act of unbuttoning his jeans was much more involved than it actually was. He was nervous though, eyes flicking up and down at the man watching him intently.

“Come on shy boy. Open up.”

Marcus chewed on his lower lip and oh so slowly unzipped his jeans and parted the flaps to show off his flaccid cock for his suitor. He knew what the man would say and he just wanted to savor the moment of the potential before the rejection, but the man was impatient today.

The man said a soft “yes, that’s it,” under his breath. Damien took a moment to admire the shy cock trying to curl back under its owner. A thick main vein ran down the topside of the shaft, no doubt there to pump it full of blood and double its size when hard. Damien reached for Marcus’s cock like he owned it, hefting it in his hand and testing the girth with his fingers. It wasn’t at all sexual, it was like being graded for its quality of meat.

“It’s too big isn’t it…?”
“What?” Damian tilted his head, “No, it’s fine. I can absolutely fit it into a chastity device. By this evening, if you desire. I can have you locked up and safe and you can sleep tonight knowing you have been properly put into your place, just like you always wanted.”

Marcus’s jaw dropped. “What? Really? You’re serious. No one else has said that before!”
The man barked out a laugh. “Amateurs. You did the right thing by coming to me. A lot of boys don’t even know why they’re so miserable and have to be locked up forcefully before the clarity comes. You were smart, and figured it out early. That deserves special recognition.”
“Cause – cause, a locked boy is a happy boy,” Marcus blurted out the slogan he’d seen on the internet.
“Yes,” the man exhaled, looking pleased. “What was your name, Marcus?”
He nods, eagerly. “Yes sir.”
“You are a breath of fresh air Marcus. So wonderful to see a boy seeking a man out, instead of the other way around.”

Marcus beamed, a bit pink in the cheeks. “Thank – thank you sir. I just …I just want to be happy. I’m not happy. I still masturbate way too much, people keep assuming I’m a top, and feel so lost at bars. I don’t know who is safe, who is bad. I just need, really, really need guidance, but it’s so distracting having my cock just flopping around in my pants.”
Damian ruffled his hair and rebuttoned Marcus’s pants. “There there, it’s alright. No need to get emotional now. I’m going to fix this. I’m going to get you locked up, and I’ll make sure you get milked when it’s good for you, not when society flashes a sexy image you.”
“God, thank you Sir, thank you so much. I need this so bad…”

“You need a superior man to guide you, I understand,” Damian said, patting the bulge in Marcus’s jeans. “Come over tonight at 7. I’ll make dinner, then we can get you cleaned and secure and you can spend the night in case you’re uncomfortable and need adjustments.”
“Is it really gonna be uncomfortable?”
“It shouldn’t be no. It should be snug, to keep your dick small and your hard-ons restricted but sometimes the ring is too tight or your balls tingle because of pinched nerves. Eager boys with bad training often get erections because chastity devices make their dick hard. It can be scary the first time you try to get hard and can’t. I want to be there to reassure you.”
Marcus nodded, wide eyes locked on Damian. “7 tonight, Sir?”
“Yes. I have to prepare your room. I’ll text you my address. Go home and wrap up whatever you need to do today. Oh, and no masturbating.”
“Yes sir, wouldn’t even think of it. Thank you very much, Master Damien.”

Marcus wanted to kneel and kiss his feet, but they weren’t in that kind of relationship yet. He gave a polite handshake and ran back to his car, trying to control his beating heart. It was really happening. No one took him seriously when he wanted to do the impossible – control his sex drive – but Marcus knew better. He knew that not all men are created equal, and that the road to contentment is embracing your place in the hierarchy. He’d known that since he first saw a man and wanted to be dominated by him. Damian was going to be his keyholder to happiness. He checked his watch three times on the way home…7 couldn’t come fast enough.

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Text is fictional.

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by ccallenreese

“Mmnh! …Ehn? Oh – mnn…hey – hey babe, when did you get home?” John slurs, groggy.
“About a minute ago. Did you not want me to wake you? See, I thought you were Sleeping Beauty and had to be kissed awake by a Prince…”
“Ha – is that so? Mnn I don’t mind being kissed awake by you, but you’re not a Prince…”
“Yeah I am, I got a Prince Albert to prove it.”
John can’t help but chuckle. “Touche. Ok, Prince Brian, well you are gonna be disappointed but I am not Sleeping Beauty. I look like hell today and I’m pretty sure Sleeping Beauty has a pussy.”
“You are always handsome to me and you have a pussy too, in your own way…right between your legs too. All I thought about all day.”
John groaned. “Will you stop being so sexy and irresistible? I can’t nap with an erec- tion!” John’s voice hitched as he felt his boyfriend’s prominent bulge rub against his own.
“You’re all soft. It’s not a true happy-ever-after if some things are still asleep.” Brian said, still kissing him, one hand roving over John’s flat stomach.
“Well you’re doing a good job with waking it up…”
Brian’s act began to slip. “Please let me take you,” he begged, “All I thought all day was you beautiful and naked…horny and dripping… begging under me as I fill you over and over. I had to masturbate in the bathroom today just to get through my classes.” He dipped his head and latched onto one of John’s nipples.
John cried out in surprise as the sharp sensations went right to his groin. Well, there was no salvaging the nap now.

“Oh man!” he gasped, trying to find his voice again, “Well- …well, Prince Brian, you missed one important detail about that particular fairytale. It all started when Sleeping Beauty touched a prick with her fingertips.”
Brian grinned, impressed by the pun. “Now, that’s a clever boy. You want me to pet you hm?” He dropped a hand to rub circles over John’s groin, “And then you’ll open up for me?”
“You gotta say the magic words,” John insisted.
“Pleaaaase?”
“Wish granted,” he smiled.

Brian attacked John’s mouth with eager, happy kisses, then slid his hand down into John’s basketball shorts.

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Text is fictional. I think this is Cocky boys? The guy with the flower on his neck is Jake Bass.

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“Hey – you should blink, or your eyes are gonna fall out of your head.”
At first, I don’t even realize it’s coming from his mouth. I can’t see it moving, tucked demurely behind his shoulder. I look up at bright blue eyes watching me back.
“Uh,” I cough. I blink a couple times and try to be less obvious that I’m just gawking. “Um… who are you?”
I can see his face muscles pull into a smile. “You don’t remember? My friend abandoned me at a bar for a hot piece of ass, I was a bit drunk, you were drunker, and suggested I crash here.”
“I see.”
“Your sofa is awfully comfy, mister, it was mighty kind of you.”
My eyes drift lower and rest on his ass bursting out of that tiny pair of underwear. I furrow my brain. What a minute… “Where did you get those briefs?”
“Oh they were on the table. It was so warm in here with the sun coming through that I took off my clothes, I can’t sleep nude because anything rubbing against my dick makes me soo horny.”
I swallow, hard. I wanted to see him horny. “Those…those pairs on the table were samples VulnerableMale sent me, all in their smallest size…”
“Yeah I barely fit,” he chuckles, “My big ol’ balls are just busting out.” He moves onto his stomach more so he can lift his ass and show me. I bite my lower lip and suppress a noise of desire.

I cough and clear my throat. “Are you not bothered by the fact you’re sleeping on the sofabed of a complete stranger?”
“You’re not a stranger,” he replies, stretching. “You told me alll about you on the cab ride over here. You told me about how much you love boys, about your really annoying boss, this cute little Italian place near where you live with the hot waiters, about Jake-:
"I told you about Jake?” I wince, wishing the Aleve I took from my headache would hurry up and work since it was getting worse.
Those big blue eyes blinked owlishly at me. “Yeah, you did. Sucks it didn’t work out, but I think you’re ready to move on.”
“You…do?”
“Oh yeah, I really think you just need to pick up a hot guy at the bar, get him to show his ass to you…and soon you’re gonna forget all about Jake once you remember that one night stands and hot meaningless sex are the best things ever.”
I nod, hypnotized by his honey sweet voice. “Yeah I used to fuck all sorts of random guys before Jake…nights of just hot fun. But – it’s not night anymore.”
He chuckles, “Well, let’s invent the one morning stand hm? You got a big chub in those pajamas. God, just get over here big stud and fuck me!”
I nearly drool. I can’t wait to get my hands on that tight underwear and cup him. Drunk me has excellent taste. “Let me get a condom, then I’m going to bang you like a screen door in a hurricane.”
“You fucking better. Been waiting since last night for it! I want to feel every bump on that train back to Leeds!”

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Text is fictional. Brand of underwear is Cover Male; this is one of their ads shot by Patrick Mark. This is the Waisted Up Bikini in turquoise.

Note on travel

Note on travel

by ccallenreese

Hi guys. I’m going to be traveling between September 6 and September 11, so I will be updating from the Eastern Standard Timezone during that time. I am currently on the Pacific Standard Timezone.

I will reblog this when it gets closer to September so you all remember why I’m posting at weird hours.