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I recently changed my Facebook profile to a Facebook author page which will make it easier to interact with my readers of my published work.
I swapped URLs so it’s still the same destination:
https://www.facebook.com/ccallenreese
As a reminder, Orion’s New Leash On Life comes out as part of the Mended anthology on June 1st. The individual story will also be released that day as well but the URL won’t go live until June 1st so it won’t compete with the Mended pre-orders.
Thanks for reading!
After I posted those pictures of me being collared, I have received a few messages from people who are curious about my relationships with Kevin and what all of this means. I thought it would be fun to write a post about it and illuminate why I’m collared and what that means, as well as who Kevin is in my life.
I’ll jump into the latter part of that first. Kevin is, first and foremost, my friend. We began as friends, our friendship is very close to me, and we will continue to be friends for a long time. Our friendship encompasses the entirety of our relationship, which is to say that him and I connect on a variety of levels. We both find value in strong intellect and the pursuit of knowledge and understanding, we have been there for each other emotionally through some difficult times in the last (almost) year, we both know how to enjoy live and have fun and thrive together in those moments, and we have similar sexual interests that compliment each other very well. These are all building blocks of a strong friendship, and that is what we have together. It is those building blocks that made me want to be collared by Kevin, knowing that I am lucky to have found someone in my life who connected with me so well, who would love me as fiercely as he does, and who would care for my heart like it was something very precious.
While that is why I decided to become collared by Kevin, that is not exactly what the collar represents. The collar is a symbol that Kevin is my Daddy, and I am his boy. This is a dynamic that touches on a number of those connections that I listed above. Most obvious, of course, is sex. Kevin has and will only ever top me, he is the dominant sexual partner in our relationship, and he calls the shots. I, of course, can ask to do things but when push comes to shove, it is Kevin tossing me around and not the other way around. A related factor to that is ownership. While Kevin and I have decided together that it is important for me to maintain my single life, and therefore when we are not together I am free to date and have sex with other people, when we are together I am very much his. I am not allowed to let someone touch me (e.g., grab my ass in a bar), that is a decision that Kevin gets to make, and in fact someone must ask his permission prior to doing so. There is one part of ownership that extends throughout my life, regardless of being with Kevin, and that is he is the only man who is allowed to breed me. That one has taken a lot of discussion, but eventually we did decide that it made sense in our relationship and was something that was important for our dynamic.
There is a third big piece to being collared, as Kevin and I have defined it, and it is a worship of masculinity and mentorship into manhood. As my title will tell you, I don’t see myself as a man yet. To me, manhood comes when a level of confidence is reached, when a person finds their footing in the world and life becomes something you take control of. Boys let life happen to them, and men make life happen. Boys are cocky, men are confident. Kevin has those qualities, and I do not. Part of our Daddy/boy dynamic is leading me into manhood, through hard conversations about life and how to make it mine, through tough workouts that build my body into what I want it to be, not what I’ve settled for, and through those discussions we have on a variety of topics that get my mind thinking and help me find what it is I believe at my core. (Admittedly, I’ve already done much of that and Kevin will be the first to admit, when we are hashing out an idea, I am nothing less than man.)
In the short time that I’ve know him, Kevin has reignited a drive for life that I have not felt in a very long time. It is because of Kevin that I started reading again, that I decided to stop smoking weed, he was there for me recently when my dad was in the hospital for 5 days and we were not sure if he was going to come out, he has inspired me to get back into my gym routine and I have never been more proud of what I see in the mirror… I could go on and on about how much he has done for me. He is exactly the kind of man I have wanted to have in my life, and the kind of man I want to be.
Plus, we have really hot and fun sex 😛
Another great post from another undiscovered non-fiction Tumblr. Show this to anyone who doesn’t understand collaring or the benefits it can have. Too often in our society we expect boys to just “be” men, without any emotional support or leaders to guide them to adulthood.
The proper way to greet a man who is ranked above you – acknowledge, kneel, kiss.
A good, hard spanking will realign any errant behavior – but nothing drives that lesson home faster than a sharp strike to the balls. It’s also a good reminder for the boi why he must be naked when he’s over your lap, so every part of his body is available to receive punishment. Every ounce of him must learn these lessons, not just so he can serve men better, but so he remains disciplined and focused in every aspect of his life. Even when the tears collecting on his eyelashes dries up, the flesh stops stinging, and the bruising fades, the humility he feels will last a lifetime.
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Text is fictional. Source is …eh, porn probably.
“What is your houseboy doing?” Reginald asks, twisting in his patio chair to get a look at the source of the sound of someone making loud raspberries.
I crane my neck to find Oren through the guests mingling in my spacious backyard. “…I have no idea. Whatever it is, it’s not what he’s supposed to be doing. He knows better, what on Earth is he up to?”
Will, who is standing off to the side behind Reginald starts snickering, then as he watches Oren dissolves into laughter.
“What is so funny Will?” Reginald insists. “You know something don’t you? …You do! What is it?”
“Will, what did you do my boy?” I rise from my chair.
It takes Will a few moments to compose himself, because every time he looks at me he loses it again. I’m about to throw a shoe at him when he finally spits it out. “I gave him one of the pot brownies! The strong ones, that Linda made for your brother.”
Color rises in my face. “What? What? You DRUGGED him?” Reginald rushes to his feet to keep me from punching Will. “YOU DRUGGED Oren? You asshole. Those weren’t your brownies, those were for Dean! And you gave him drugs for the first time without any supervision, and you violated the rule of not feeding him! I told you he’s hypoglycemic – sweets have to be – ..why am I talking to you about this? You have 30 seconds to leave my property of you will be escorted off.”
I turn my back to him and rush over to Oren. It’s quite obvious he’s gotten something in his system – the dopey look on his face, the vague sheen to his eyes. “Hey Sir.” He drawls. “Look how green this is…it’s like really green. And it vibrates when I do this.” He blows a raspberry on it again. “Pretty cool,” he giggles.
A couple guests stare. I gently work the balloon from his fingers and sigh. “Oren, did you eat a brownie?”
He looks confused, and shuffles his feet. “Will said you wanted me to eat it, Sir. Said you said to keep my blood sugar up.”
“Will is a lying bastard, and those brownies had pot in them.”
“Ohh…that explains why I feel weird.” He pokes the balloon in my hands and starts giggling.
“Are you going to faint?”
Oren doesn’t answer, he just keeps petting the balloon.
Reginald chimes in. “He’s bloody useless.”
“Great,” I sigh. “My houseboy is high, and there is no one to watch my guests.”
Reginald puts a reassuring hand on my shoulder. “I’ll take care of them, make sure everyone is watered and the trash is cleared. You take care of Oren.”
I give him a grateful look. “Many thanks Reginald. Is Will gone?”
He glances around. “Yes. That bastard. I’m sorry – I shouldn’t have invited him.”
“You can’t always know how people will act, Reg, don’t worry. I’m just…concerned, mostly. Alright, Oren, come with me.”
“But,….it’s so pretty out here.”
I take a deep breath and count to 3. Apparently being high has made him completely disregard all his training. I’m both furious at being disrespected and irritated because it’s not entirely his fault. “Ok, why don’t I take you around to the garden and have you rest in the hammock?”
“Ooo….hammock.”
He’s allowed to nap there when he’s good, but the rules are moot now – I just need him to cooperate. I get him some water, and to my relief, he allows me to escort him away from the party and to somewhere more quiet.
When I come back, I’m deeply relieved to see Reginald making nice with everyone and the catering tables look flawless. I host questions from concerned guests for several minutes before I have another moment alone with Reginald.
“Is he alright?” my best friend inquires.
“Yes, just napping, thankfully. Thank you so much for covering, Reg, I really appreciate it.”
“Not a problem at all. Least I can do.”
He hands me a glass of lemonade and I sip it. “…It’s kind of funny though isn’t it?” I chuckle.
“Oh my god, when he was blowing raspberries on the balloon I was trying so hard not to lose it,” Reginald admits.
I can’t help but smile about this silliness now that the anger has passed. “You missed that when I got him into the hammock, I wouldn’t give him the balloon back at first and he said to me – ‘Dude, why you hating on my balloon?’ in this super indignant voice.”
Reginald covers his face with one hand and cracks up. “Oh god, I’m never going to look at Oren straight-faced again!”
“YOU?” I gasp. His laughter is contagious and I’m catching up. “Tomorrow I have to explained to a very disciplined and soon to be very horrified houseboy that he nearly left me for a balloon – and he called his Sir ‘dude’.”
We both dissolve into hysterics and have to sit down in the patio chairs again to recover.
When Oren emerged from the gardens later after the party ended, Reginald and I sat with him on the grass and fed him munchies off paper plates. In the end, I wasn’t able to bring myself to punish Oren. We figured that Oren’s eventual embarrassment toward his behavior was punishment enough – and it was. I still tease him about calling me ‘dude’ though, which makes him squirm in the most adorable way.
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Text is fictional. Photographs by Richard Rothstein. More from the set here.
A typical Friday night of foosball and football on the TV becomes that special night when you finally get that boy. When a playful kiss ends up more than just an impulse, and suddenly you’re allowed to undress him and his penis is jutting out in front of his body expecting your attention. Something about seeing his cock and balls hanging and protruding on display turns any doubts about this off, and your brain puts all other functions on ‘hibernate’ so it can devote all its energy to sex.
You get your arms around him, cradling his torso, one hand sliding down to his thigh. You want his cock, and he wants you to have it. He’s acting like a woman, parting his legs, trying to encourage you to give attention to his pussy. It turns you on in dizzying, incredible ways to know that a man is expecting you to take him, that he’s silently accepted you as the dominant one.
The high lasts for nearly an hour, a two man orgy of touching, caressing, kissing, and sucking. Not an inch left unexplored, no erogenous zone neglected. The sex lasts maybe ten minutes but you know the penetration is just the finale. By the time you reach the breeding, the pulling his hips flush with yours so you can get deeper in him part, you are just an animal recreating what your ancestors have been doing for millennia.
He’s very hot, and very malleable in your hands. His penis feels like a silk flower in your fingers, his balls soft permissions heavy on the branch. Wetness is everywhere.
The next morning you both convince yourselves it was a dream and never reconnect on Fridays again. You don’t see each other for nearly 15 years, until one day he finds you online, and messages you out of the blue: “Do you still wonder if it was real or not?”
Your heart leaps at his message and you reply: “Every day.”
“Do you ever wish it were real?”
“Every day.”
“555-921-8266.”
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Text is fictional. Need the source please.
Master wanted me to cut down on my masturbation, so he told me not to touch my cock without him around. He won’t think this is cheating, right? Naaaahh…
If you’re the one that cleans the showers, then this is the perfect crime.
Fuck, I just typed a looong story on my phone, and it got lost while saving it in my drafts.. Damn. Lets do it again quickly, so beware of spelling mistakes and stuff:
Anyhow, yesterday we did got kinky after a fun day with friends. The moment we stepped through the door, my boyfriend ordered me to undress and go to the bathroom to take a shower. Though, what I wasn’t expecting was a golden one! As my bf unzipped his pants, he ordered me to kneel and open my mouth, which he’d never asked before. Luckily he aimed at my open mouth for just a brief moment, but it was enough to get the taste and it set the tone for the rest of the evening. I was not going to be in charge..
We took the plastic wrap again, with some additional pieces of tape for extra tightness. I was already leaking from my unlocked cock when he started to wrap me up fully. Only my mouth and cock were left free. My cock for obvious teasing purposes and my mouth for multiple reasons, like some sucking, throat fucking, kissing and breath control. To explain the latter: For some moments my boyfriend put a little plastic bag over my mouth hole, or his hand. It’s a new and intense way of not being in control, but I totally trust my boyfriend, who is always sensible and cautious at these moments, taking things very slowly step by step. It was hot and intimate, experimenting with this new thing..
Then my cock got some attention. It was dribbling precum already, but when my bf started to thumb my dick for two minutes straight, I went mental. Especially when I got ordered to lay still and shut up, otherwise I would be given a ruined orgasm daily for a week, something I wasn’t so keen on after 16 days of denial. Fortunately I managed to overcome his torture fairly well. ^^So much more happened though, I can’t name it all. He got out some dildos to play with himself right next to me, while I was still bound and blinded.. That was the most teasing thing ever, hearing him moan softly in your ear, knowing he’s playing with some toys, but you can’t do anything but listen. So evil!
Apparently he was prepping for taking a ride on my dick, as he did next. Then after a while, he pushed me on my tummy, ripped the foil around my ass and started fucking me roughly. Every time he felt close to cumming, he pulled out but kept fucking me with the biggest dildo we have until he could go for a few more minutes. He really kept my ass busy that way, making me sweat heavily in my plastic cocoon. After about twenty minutes he couldn’t contain himself anymore and he shot his load in my sloppy hole, exhausted.
He thought I had been a good boy, so he quickly turned me over and jerked me to my first orgasm in over two weeks, which of course was heavenly!Well then, here are some kinky details for y’all! ^^
Though, I hope this one doesn’t get lost in Tumblr limbo as well. *keepsfingerscrossed*Bye! X
Somewhere in the Netherlands, a boy got laid.
Colby Keller & Levi Michaels | Redtube
annasdenofiniquity submitted this because it’s the source of this recent post of mine. Thanks Anna! Thought you guys would enjoy the whole video as a bed time story. It’s reallllly sexy, especially the pre-game interviews before the scene. The noises Levi makes when being fingered will make your pants tight.
“You can fuck me in what ever position you want. I’m a yoga instructor – there isn’t a pose I can’t hold!” he bragged.
Robert took this as a challenge and pounded him into the sofa folded up like an origami swan.
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Text is fictional, Source is a Cocky Boys video – Colby Keller and Levi Michaels.