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I just finished saying good-bye to the horses when I noticed Mack standing in the frame of the barn. My heart lept. He had been avoiding me the last few days, even since we had gone on that camping sleep over and made love under the stars. I think it was just too painful for him, counting down the days.

“Hey Mack,” I said, ogling his bare chest. I loved him shirtless.
“Hey,” he said, fingering his waistband. “So you’re off?”
“Yeah,” I replied. “Just about. It’s long drive to Casper, I’m staying overnight, and then catching a morning flight to Dallas.”
Mack nodded. He knew all of this. “God it’s hot as fuck. We are going to have a great harvest this year because of it though. It’ll be weird without you.”
I took off my hat, sticking it on a stall post so I could take off my shirt and wipe my face with it. I then put my hat back on. “I’ll try to come back and help out.”

“No,” Mack said firmly, putting his foot down and turning to face me.
“…No?” I repeated, confused.
“No. You go off to college and you enjoy yourself. You learn. I’m not booksmart like you. The world out there is too big for me. All I ever need to know I’ll learn from the land and the animals.”
“Mack…”
“But knowing about agriculture ain’t enough. I’ve heard of good farms going down cause of bad books. You get smart, and you come back, and take this farm over from Old Man Pritchard and run this farm right. You hear?”
I nodded, a lump suddenly forming in my throat.
“I will.”
“And come back for Thanksgiving and Christmas ok? Or at least one?”
When I heard the sorrow in Mack’s voice, I almost wanted to tell him I’d stay.
I heard my own voice falter when I said – “I will.”

Mack shuffled in the thing. “And one other thing.”
“Yes?” I whispered.
He paused. “Shit.” He paused another moment and swallowed hard, scuffing up a storm of dust with his boots. I waited, heart pounding.
“I want you to do whatever what you want at college. Because when you come back here in four years, you are going to be mine. Gay marriage will be legal by then, I’m sure of it. And I’m going to marry you proper. But when you’re at college, you live without limits. No regrets. Just…don’t forget about me. Ok?”
I stared at Mack, shocked. My chest felt tight and my face hot. Not August-summer-hot, but like my-heart-was-pumping-in-overdrive-hot. It was all I had ever wanted, and something I’d never thought I’d hear him say; and now he was saying it, and I still had to leave.
When I didn’t reply right away, Mack repeated again in a smaller voice. “Ok?”
I nodded, my hands trembling. “Yes. Yes, ok. Yours.”
Mack exhaled loudly and his shoulders relaxed. “Ok.” I watched his sculpted torso heave, and he turned away from me sharply. “Shit,” he muttered again, and I watched him move his arms in a way that indicated he was brushing tears away.

I had only seen Mack cry three times in my life. Once when he fell off a horse at age seven and broke his arm. The other time was having to put down one of the collies after a coyote got to her. The last was when his mother died. And now….I felt guilt swell up in me. I had put off college for two years after I finished high school. The nearest community college was over an hour away, and I had a short lived career in rodeo to fill the time anyway.
With my winnings, I could finally afford to go to college. I got accepted to a program in Texas. I picked it cause I had rodeo friends in Texas. It was far from Wyoming. Mack had pushed me to go. I realized now that he had to have known what it meant, because he had to have been in love with me from that point. He was the strongest cowboy I had ever met. I knew there would be nobody in the entirety of Texas who would live up to how much I worshiped Mack.

I walked up to Mack and wrapped my arms around his waist. He was slick and sticky and dusty, but he smelled amazing. I buried my face in his neck and inhaled. My hat fell to the dust. Mack tensed, then wimpered. “Please…”
“I will miss you like hell, John MacIntire.”

The dam broke, and we both started sobbing. He turned to face me and threw his arms around my neck. The horses snorted. I don’t know who saw us, and I didn’t look up to see cause I would have been mighty embarrassed.
After a good cry, we both reached for our handkerchiefs at the same time and chuckled about it.
I kissed him, right there in the yard.
Mack kissed me back, and squeezed my ass. I couldn’t believe how forward he was being. It was like being in a wonderful, yet horrible dream.
Mack hiccuped, then bent over to pick up my hat and brushed it off before handing it back to me. “Your dad’s probably waiting by the car. You outta get going. Long drive to Casper.”
I nodded, putting it on my head. “Long boring drive. I’ll text you every step of the way ok?”
Mack nodded. “Bye, Harlan.”
I pulled away from him. He squeezed my hand, and then his rough and calloused hands fell away. “Bye Mack.”

I smiled, then took a few steps back, turned and walked away. I didn’t look back until the car was pulling down the long driveway. Mack was standing in the middle of the road, hand in his pockets, face shaded by his hat. He was scuffling up a storm.

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Daddy always insisted that I do the housework on Saturday morning, even if I had been out the night before with friends and was suffering with a horrendous hangover. Daddy liked routine and this was part of it. Another part of the Saturday morning routine was the way that Daddy would sit reading his morning paper at the kitchen table, as he drank his coffee. His white robe would be open and he’d absentmindedly stroke his thick Daddy cock as I worked and he relaxed. He’d often shift his chair so he was facing whichever direction I was working. It never took long for my hangover to recede and be replaced by a deep hunger for my Daddy and his powerful cock, but I knew that I wouldn’t be rewarded until I’d been a good boy and completed the house work. I was bending over to wipe down the kitchen cupboards and suddenly felt daddy’s thighs against mine and his long soft uncut cock fitting into the length of my arse crack. Without moving my arse I turned my shoulders and head so I could look up at him.

He reached over me and opened a cupboard “Sorry buddy, just needed to get a glass” He had such a cheeky twinkle in his eye. I flexed my arse muscles and ground my body into his crotch. I consciously didn’t decide to do this, my body was just helpless to do anything else. 

He looked at me with his penetrating blue eyes and pressed a bit harder into me. “Son, you know the rule. Tell Daddy the rule.”

I sighed/groaned a little as I felt my cock throbbing hard as a rock. “Housework first….then play time with Daddy”

“Good boy, now carry on.” As he said this last bit he lightly spanked my right arse cheek a couple of times then walked away, holding my eyes until had sat down again, poured himself some orange juice and picked up his paper. 

I worked faster. 

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“You tired baby?”
“Mmm.”
“I used your pussy pretty hard. You were so horny and hot for me, you must exhausted from working those muscles. Take a nice little nap now,” Leo said.
“I can hear your heart beating, Daddy.”
Leo smiled. “It wants you to hear the echoes. It’s calling for you.”
“I love you Daddy. Until I met you, I always felt unsatisfied as a bottom. I just laid there with my legs up. I’m so happy now to be your other half.”
Leo opened his mouth to reply but a lump in his throat made him pause. He didn’t want his voice to crack out loud. He took a slow breath, steadying himself. “You make me want to be a better top for you. I love you too.”

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As an anniversary gift, Tony surprised me with dinner reservations at one of Seattles best fine dinning restaurants, Canlis. The food was incredible, the view with the city sunset across the water was romantic, and I have my beautiful husband to share this amazing life with. God, even after 6.5 years together, it still catches me off guard how good I have it to have a man like Tony to love.

Love is alive in Seattle 🙂

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“Oh man this is so weird! Is this why girls don’t like not wearing bras? I get it now. It’s so weird having everythin’ jiggle round down there,” Daniel complained.
“Oh you get used to it. I think it’s kind of nice to have the breeze…” Todd said, walking very carefully. He was just relieved Daniel couldn’t see the outline of his chastity cage against his kilt!
“Fuck, I think I’m sticking. Am I sticking to my leg? Hold on,” Daniel muttered. He pulled the kilt and got a look. “No, I think it’s fine… fuck, this is too weird. Can’t wait until the holidays are over now.”

Todd tried not to stare at Daniel’s penis. It was so small! Todd knew if his boyfriend saw that, he’d lock it up too. A cage would look better than what Daniel had down there anyway now. Todd made a face. That was a weird thought. Why did that turn him on? Daniel never turned him on before. They were best friends, and Daniel was straight. But…Todd was pretty sure his boyfriend would love having two boys instead of one to hold keys for…fuck, why was that hot? Todd shook his head. Being unable to jerk off was messing with his brain. One thing was for sure, Todd was really glad he couldn’t get an erection right now. It’d be really noticeable in a kilt. Plus, that line of thought was stupid anyway.

Wait a minute, Todd thought, what if I could find a woman to hold a key for Daniel? He really needs to be locked up…he’d be so much happier, I’m so sure…

But why was he so sure? Todd didn’t know. He would have to ask his keyholder tonight.
“You want to stop and get some Irn-Bru, mate?” Daniel asked.
“Uh sure, Todd said, snapping back to reality. That train of thought would have to wait.

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Seamus held his breath as the comet traveled upwards, leaving little sprinkles of light in its wake. Then, it exploded into a thousand speckles of white. He screamed and covered his ears in shock.
John tore his eyes away from the spectacle to look at Seamus, his brown furrowed with concern. “Are you ok?”
“I just – oh my god!” Seamus laughed. “It’s so loud! Fireworks are ridiculous!”
“I can’t believe you haven’t seen fireworks before,” John marveled, putting an arm around Seamus.
“Well, not a lot of 4th of July celebratin’ going on in ol Ireland,” Seamus noted. A trio of explosions went off and he gasped. “Oh it made a spiral thing!”
John smiled. He had a hard time deciding what to watch – the fireworks show or Seamus’s face. He had been smitten with that charming, shy boy who came to study at Harvard from a distant, green place. Every since John had spotted Seamus in the library, he’d been infatuated. When John heard that Seamus didn’t have any plans for the 4th of July, he insisted that he come with John for a picnic on the roof of his dad’s work building. They could see nearly every firework in the city of Boston.

And it was just Seamus and Jonathan, up on the roof, all by themselves. Seamus squeezed John’s hand tight and squealed. “I love this!”
John squeezed back. “I do too. Ah, look it made a heart!”
“It did!”

They snuggled close, watching the show. After the display wound down to just puffs of colored light, Seamus looked at Jonathan. Jonathan swallowed. They were so close. Jonathan gazed at Seamus’s handsome face, admiring his sweeping cheek bones and strong nose, and those light brown eyelashes that went on forever. He felt himself lean in toward Seamus as if pulled by a magnetic force. Their lips met, and a swell of happiness filled Jonathan from head to toe. He couldn’t remember a time in his adulthood or life when he’d felt the bliss of love so fully, or experienced a kiss that left him feeling like he could float.

They parted. Jonathan licked his lips. Seamus tasted like flag cake. Seamus was blushing hard. “That was my first kiss in America.”

Jonathan was about to respond, when a long whistling shriek caught their attention. They both looked up as a massive firework exploded in a shower of red, white, and blue. They both jumped at the noise.
In ainm Dé!!” Seamus shouted in surprise.
“Wow!” Jonathan said at the same time.

The finale left them both captivated and slack jawed as the pyrotechnicians let off everything they had left. When it was finally over, they could hear applause ring all over the city. Jonathan joined them, whooping and clapping.

Then, it was over. They gathered up their picnic, the roasted chicken and potato salad and green beans that Jonathan prepared had almost all been eaten. The two held hands as they rode the elevator down to the first floor.

On the sidewalk, Jonathan called a Lyft despite the price. They dawdled and talked until the car finally came. Seamus pouted after their goodnight kiss. “I had a lot of fun tonight, Jonathan.”
Jonathan glanced at the car, and at Seamus’s face. “Would you like to come back with me and stay the night?”
Seamus brightened. “You mean it, lad?”
Jonathan rubbed the back of his neck. “I don’t want you to go,” he admitted.
For a moment, Seamus looked like he might cry. “Me neither.”

They got into the Lyft together, and went back to Jonathan’s place. They went on to make their own fireworks that night.

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It’s been 6 days now since Sir @perceptivedominance put on my HolyTrainer so it’s time for an update.

The fit is great, the ring is tighter than my old one so it stays put, it looks super pretty and now there two black cocks in the house 😋

On the downside, the morning boners increased threefold so it’s hard to get a good night sleep. The material is a little harder to clean than metal so it smells like pee a lot as well as all my undies so it’s a good thing i’m filthy!

Now, the main part of my experience revolves around horniness! Being out of chastity for 2 or 3 months was actually harder than i thought it was. my sex drive was getting dangerously low and i wasn’t feeling as submissive as one should be when serving a Sir like mine! 😍

Since putting it on i literally cannot control myself! i am horny 24/7. i wake up thinking about sex and i go to bed thinking about sex! i dream about sex and even on a day like yesterday when i got fucked for 4hrs + all i could think about was getting more cock!

It’s very distracting yet very welcomed because i really do love sex and not having the drive was affecting my mood a lot!

i also feel a lot more fem and sissy with it! i see it as my clit! i don’t really wanna play with it except for the fact that cumming would stop the horniness for a while but i would rather embrace the fire in my hole and indulge it!

So overall amazing buy i don’t regret it for a second despite the price tag and Sir is very happy with me too 😉

I swear this sounds like something I would write. This is even better because it’s real!

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“Mmmn.”
“Is that bad or not?” Atei asked.
“Hush,” Ro said.
Atei held his tongue, but he was nervous. He heard of carpal tunnel impairing musicians and writers, and he knew the rest of his life would never reach its potential if he had to deal with this hand pain… Atei slowly became aware of a strange warm feeling, but it seemed to be coming from inside of him.
“Wha? That feeling…”
“Hush,” the healer said again.
Atei felt scorned and held his tongue. The heater never burned him, but it was strange feeling the temperature move around like a small fish swimming in his bones. Then, it vanished.
The healer released Atei’s hand and he pulled it back on reflex. “…Well?”
Ro smiled at him and it made Atei uneasy. He knew Ro was far, far older than he looked, and only someone of tremendous skill and strong blood could do that. All the rumors he heard as a child were probably true. Deep down inside, sorcerers freaked him out

Ro smoothed his pants. “It’s not permanent.”
Atei exhaled in relief.
“You are making a mistake I see in a lot of young witches, male and female. When you summon, or cast, you tense your whole hand. Probably your whole arm. Some misconceived notion about how it makes you feel stronger. But the elements and the spirits don’t care if you’re tensing your hand. Your concentration and focus are much more important.“
“I tense?” Atei said, bewildered.
“A lot of young people do this after watching like, television and movies. The good guy powers up or something and his veins bulge all over as he screams and yells.”
Atei chuckled. “I know what you mean.”
“You’re putting too much stress on your casting hand. Considering you also use that hand to write and jerk off with-”
Atei choked.
“You need to be gentler to it, or you won’t be able to gain the skills you need to join a coven.”
Atei nodded, still in disbelief that such a disciplined man would say such a vulgar thing.
Ro went on. “You need to relax when summon or casting. It’ll be hard for you to retrain yourself, but if you want the pain to stop, you should.”
“Yes sir.”
Ro nodded. “I’m also going to give you some herbs to make a hand soak.”
“Yes sir.”
“And no casting or summoning for three days.”
Atei groaned. “I’m going to have to skip class tomorrow.”
“Yes. And-” Ro pointed a finger. “No jerking off with that hand.”
Atei blushed. “Hey.”
Ro snickered as he stood up and went to go gather the herbs. Atei watched him. He moved in an odd way that was almost uncomfortable to watch. Ro seemed to float, as his head and body didn’t move up or down, but his feet moved forward anyway. He also dressed in a mismatched way, wearing an old woman’s plum-colored cardigan and black shimmery leggings. Ro kept his hair long and braided.
As he waited, Atei massaged his hand and glanced around the parlor room. Everything in it looked incredibly old – the furniture, the little ceramics on the shelf, the dried flowers, the books, the wallpaper.
“Thank you for waiting,” Ro said, startling Atei.
“Ah, you’re back already.”
“Yes. It’s fairly easy to make.” Ro handed him a paper packet, then explained how to make the soak while Atei took notes on his phone.
“I think that’s all then?” Ro asked.
Atei felt the corners of his mouth pull. “You haven’t told me what the treatment is for not being able to jerk off.”
Ro raised an eyebrow. “Use your other hand.”
“But shouldn’t I worry about it getting sore too?”
Ro raised the second eyebrow. “You want me to prescribe you a tonic that will make you feel like you’re in heat right now? You’ll cum the sheets without doing a thing, and if you don’t get fluids you may die of dehydration by the third day.”
Atei’s eyes went wide. “Uh not right now no.”
Ro laughed. “I may have another offer that you may approve of more…”
“I won’t die?”
“Not likely,” Ro said, crossing his arms with a knowing smile.
“I’m listening.”
“I could relieve you.
Atei stared at him. "Is that a professional thing healers do?”
Ro shrugged his plum shoulders. “No. It’s not. But I’m old and weird and everyone’s scared of me. I know you like men. I though I’d ask anyway.”
“…Wait, how did you know I liked men?” Atei demanded.
Ro waived his hand vaguely. “Oh come on, I’m a sorcerer and you don’t think I have gaydar?”
Atei had such a blank look on his face that Ro covered his mouth and laughed. “I love messing with the young witches. It’s too easy. Well, sorry if I offended you. Good luck with the hand. Your school’s insurance will pay for the bill.”
Ro bowed his head and turned to leave.
“No, wait,” Atei heard himself say. “…I’d like to take you up on that.”
“Oh?” Ro said, one eyebrow up again.
“I know, I’m young. And still learning things. But you are fascinating. And odd, yes. But fascinating. I can’t say no.” To Atei’s delight, he got the healer to blush a little.
“Fascinating. Hm. That’s just a polite way to say weird.”
“Odd,” Atei corrected. “But unique. I like coming here,” he admitted.
Ro tilted his head. “Now you’re the odd one.”
“Hey.”
Ro waved again. “Do your hand soak tonight, and come back tomorrow evening. After dinner.”
“After? Why not before?’
Ro folded his arms. “I’ll be busy all day tomorrow during the day. Some student turned their classroom walls inside out. Should be a good challenge.” Ro yawned.
Atei cringed. “Yeesh. I’ve screwed up, but never that bad.”
“So, tomorrow?”
“Tomorrow,” Atei repeated.
“Good. Take care of the hand. You know where the door is.” Ro waved and floated inside the house. Atei sat there a moment, wondering what just happened. Getting jerked off by a sorcerer was going to be scary, but Atei had a feeling it would be incredible. He wondered what it’d like to feel that heat-swimming-in-your-bones feeling in your cock. But there weren’t bones in the cock. Hm. Atei scratched his head. “Ow, damn hand…” He pressed the herb bundle to his nose. It smelled sweet, yet minty. “Let’s hope this works.” Atei had a feeling it would.

[To be continued.]

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Seems a bit nervous he will be seen getting sucked.

“You’re an idiot. We’ve been going on ‘bro trips’ for years. Since high school! And now our wives are off having ‘girl’ trips. They don’t suspect a thing; no one suspects a thing. Besides, what are we doing that’s so wrong? It’s not cheating. Or gay sex, for that matter. It’s just a blowjobs. Our wives aren’t into them, so how else are you going to get one?”
“Uh-”
“ Yeah, that’s what I thought.”
“But-”
“Dude there’s NO one out here. You think Martha’s up on that hill with binoculars? The only thing that’s going to see you is a hawk. Focus. You get too soft when you’re distracted. If you still winge about it, I’ll stop blowing you.”
“No no, that’s…yeah you’re right. I’m freaking out over nothing, and you are really good at that.”
“Thanks man. Appreciate it.”

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I had to put down one of my birds today, and so captions are just not happening. I just don’t have it in me to do anything but sit here and stare blankly at Reddit.