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“How’s it fit?” he asks.
“Snug,” I reply.
The vendor looks pleased and gestures to the rest of the wares in the boxes. “Well adjust yourself a little, take your time. Don’t rush it.”

I take his advice, tugging on it, testing how tight it is. I think He’ll like it. I don’t really know what else to do. When you have a fight with a Sir, it’s not like you can apologize flowers and a card. Men like that need more, not hollow symbolism or vague imagery. They need something solid, and blunt, something more than just kneeling naked at their feet. For most gay couples that would be the ultimate sign of submission and trust, but I’m nude all the time anyway and kneeling several times a day in respect is standard protocol.

How do you tell a Master He doesn’t have to be scared? Half the BDSM scene glorifies coaxing subs out of their shells, but no one talks about coaxing out the Masters. My poor Sir. He’s such a natural and it overwhelms Him to feel that urge coursing through his veins. He is shocked to see it staring back at Him when He looks in the mirror dressed for a session.

I want him to collar me. I’ve caught him looking at collars online, but he refuses to talk about it. For the past few years my Master’s kept me at a distance, acts like He keeps me around purely to fuck me, but I know He wants more. He wants Us, he’s just too chicken to admit it.

It wasn’t my place, but I called Him out on it after the millionth time He insisted I’m his “boyfriend” at the bars but his “sub” at home. After our fight, He told me he doesn’t need a mouthy slave and sent me away with the pain of regret fresh in His eyes.

This will have to do the trick. I know my Sir’s had a chastity fetish for a long long time, but He’s never brought it up with me. It’s just one of those things, like the titles, the collar, and talking about our feelings. Once the key is in his hand, He’ll have a physical object that embodies how much he controls me. My Sir will be forced to take care of and supervise my chastity…He won’t be able to stay away from me this way, all tempting and horny. When I’ve snagged Him, I’ll crack Him open and get him to spill all those bottled up feelings. Is chastity therapy a thing? Well I’m gonna find out. He means too much to me to just let it end like this.

“Yes…I’ll take this. Can you help me get fitted with the sleeve please?”

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I love my man. We just had amazing sex. He was frustrated from work, I was bored and horny from being home all day – no college classes today. We went right from dinner to the bedroom. He was tender to me, careful not to hurt me, but at the same time tempestuous and domineering. I love post-sex cuddles, but he’s biologically programmed to pass out immediately after. At first I resented for this, blamed him for spoiling the mood, but I was a fool.

Even though my balls are empty, my head is a fuzzy mess still running on the last smoldering embers from our lovemaking. Turns out I wanted nothing more to just lie here and enjoy him in a private way. To be honest, I find it a little bit sexy that he just passes out like this. It’s so feral and masculine, the way he just dumps his seed and goes to bed now that his important task of claiming me is finished. Big man like him needs his rest so he can go back to supporting us tomorrow.

Yes, I’m truly content to just rest here next to him, listening to him breathe, watching his chest expand with each breath. He has a beautiful body and a great butt, but as a bottom I only see it in the shower. Despite his swagger and confidence, he is secretly nervous about how bottoms see him, especially those that become lovers. He gets defensive and shy when he catches me ogling him in the bathroom or when he changes. He obsesses over his weight and the perfect balance of “bulking up” and “ketoing”. Since he’s unconscious, I get full insider access to him without the risk of him getting skittish and bolting like a deer in the road.

I had a thought the other day during one of these cuddle sessions, when I was caressing and exploring the terrain of his tree trunk thighs – that it’s almost like getting to see the workings of a great machine. Under this gently curved skin are the thick cords of muscles that allow him to fuck me the way he does. Sure his big dick is what prods my prostate and makes me gasp, but those toe-curling thrusts are all due to the power of his muscles and tendons expanding and contracting around his bones.

I stay up sometimes an hour or more, falling in love with every tiny little part of him that works behind the scenes. The knuckles of his fingers allow him to grip my aching cock. His eyelids keep his dark brown eyes moist. His stubby toes allow him to dig into the mattress and get some real traction. Each little vertebrae in his spine flexes so he can bend over me and kiss my cheek while starting his thrusts. So many little parts of him… I wonder if I’ll ever learn them all, but there will be many more nights like this – he’s horny, I’m horny, he passes out. I find this thought comforting.

When I say I love my man, I mean it… I love the man, every single thing about him.

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Text is fictional. Boys are Kris Evans and Marcel Gassion of Bel Ami.

Shit shit shit

Shit shit shit

Ok the Lucien post wasn’t supposed to go live yet cause it wasn’t edited. For some reason my queue bumped it when I was gone. God I am so frustrated right now I just want to cry. I got nothing done today cause I was called into work. So if you’re wondering where it went, I deleted it. It will be edited and posted later. Fuck.

It’s March!

It’s March!

I can’t believe it’s goddamn March. It’s my birthday month! Los Angeles nearly got washed away these last few days, we’ve been having insane amounts of wonderful, glorious rain. The city smells incredible.

Now for the fun stuff – the 21 best original content posts from February:

Shower Signals
Tormenting the Slave with His Master’s Masturbation
Photo Day for the Pup
Chaste Boy Shows Off His Status
Lily
Being Bred
Teaching a Frat Brother How To Fuck
Quick, No One is Looking!
Slave and the Amphora
Wake Up Slave, I Need to Rut
Police Line-Up
A Small Prayer In Thanks of Cute Balls
Chaste Waiter Needs a Milking
Horniness On the Ranch
Hard to Please
Savor The Cock, Savor it! Good Boy.
Training a Horny, Younger Bottom
Blackmail On the Roof
Deep in Heat, Deep Into HeadSpace, Deep Throating
Training a Faggot to Suck Cock

And you guys loved this one: Bottoms Amaze Me

We’re currently at 2,568 followers and 1,413 posts. Wee.Thank you!

Back

Back

Ok so I’m back. It’s been three days but it feels like much longer. A couple people left some kind words for me, so thank you, I enjoyed reading them. To my sheer surprise, my follower number went up this weekend instead of down so thank you to those new followers as well. 

In case anyone is wondering, things are actually worse from Friday. My boss is trying to fire me by taking advantage of my partial disability and putting me into situations I’m guaranteed to fail. I’m well aware this is illegal and we are documenting everything. I was hoping to break into a new career field but the industry is weak right now, and it hasn’t been working… so I’m going to just find another restaurant job ASAP and think of something else. 

At least I can feel like I can write porn again. I missed dick on my dashboard, christ. 

(PS – Dash the pup, if you’re reading this, I need you to e-mail ccallenreese at gmail dot com immediately.)

Weekend Off

Weekend Off

I’m taking Friday – Sunday off to get my life together. I can’t even remember what day it is anymore.

I’ll be back on Monday with lots of fresh porn..and a Lucien story. Sorry for the delay and thank you for your patience.

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Sorry it’s been so slow lately. I am working on finding a new job ASAP and it’s stressing me out, taking me out of the mood to write porn. Trying to update at least once or twice a day. I’m not gonna disappear on you guys.

Bleh.