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For those who have me on notification – I’m sorry I spammed the shit out of your phone this Christmas. There were SO many great photos on my dashboard I just went pfft and captioned as many as I could. I mean – you don’t mind right?
Hope you guys had a great holiday season 🙂
Rudolph the red-thonged reindeer~
Had a very shiny gag~
And if you ever saw him~
You’d say “what a total fag!”~
Merry Christmas tumblr! 🙂
“What a cute little faggot reindeer,” Santa chuckled, eating one of the cookies left for him. “You’re supposed to be in bed aren’t you?”
The boy shrugged and looked at the floor shyly.
“Well, I can’t be mad at a boy that wants to wait up for Santa.” He reached into his pocket and pulled out a small box, then set it on the coffee table. “This is for you.”
The fag’s eyes lit up.
“Too small to fit under the tree you see. Just for you. Shhh.”
Then to the boy’s surprise, Santa winked at him then disappeared into a red poof of smoke. He sat on his butt and tried to contemplate what just happened. The base of the tree was littered with presents. The boy rubbed his eyes. The little box was still on the table. The box and the lid were wrapped separately so it was easy to open. Inside was a tiny bullet vibrator. There was a thud on the roof and the boy rushed to the window to see a shadow sail into the night. He couldn’t believe it! Santa had known exactly what he wanted. He’d been a good faggot after all.
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Text is fictional. I hijacked your post, @lickerpup.
This is my personal attempt of getting into the Christmas spirit.
The big day is finally here 🎄❤️
Beautiful shot! You should give this as a card to your boyfriend and write: “You light up my life” on it <3.
I mentioned in a previous post that I’m experimenting with new portable writing systems and that I got a new keyboard case for my tablet. Well, the case works as should but there’s an issue with the mapping of the keyboard. In order to get a ’ or “ you have to hold down the FN key plus the action key, and the FN key and the keys for ’ and ” are in an unnatural position. It makes my hand cramp.
So, now I decided to just buy one of those silicon roll up keyboards when I get paid next. Full size is what I need. I just can’t stop and look at the keyboard every time a need a quote mark. I type like 90 WPM. Not gonna happen.
Sigh. Technology is amazing as it is frustrating.
Some of you (probably like five) are wondering why I haven’t released anything in long form for a while. Like over a year. I was wondering that myself, since I have a lot of ideas. I realized that I didn’t have a good tool to write with. My personal laptop was too distracting. My travel laptop (remember netbooks?) was older, heavy, and a cracked hinge made it hard to open; plus there was an issue with RAM that made it run slow. A couple months back, I acquired a low-end tablet as part of a promotional deal with Verizon when I upgraded my phone, and started realizing its potential.
I bought a keyboard case, but it was a poor product so I returned it. The holidays happened and I got distracted… and I checked Amazon a few days ago, and a very nice one was on sale. So now I have a decent portable keyboard case for my tablet. I can take it and write anywhere, get internet anywhere, and it’ll sync to my Dropbox.
I have a feeling this is going to be a game-changer. Now, all I need to do is replace my busted headphones and build up my Spotify account. Let’s see what happens!
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Yes – but I’m pretty sure there’s a very fine line between looking sexy and ridiculous.
I’m pretty sure if you wear the helmet and nothing at all, that is sexy. Especially if you have your slave boy in a collar and Roman sandals following behind you… maybe carrying a fan. It’s all about a confident walk that will pull it off.
ooooooh….i’m dreaming…of a white christmas
It’s never a good sign when you wake up and your boy is missing on Christmas. You woke up before your alarm, which means your boy wasn’t scheduled to present by your side for a little while longer. Yet, you expected to hear him prattling around the kitchen, preparing a special breakfast, cocoa and coffee, and getting ready to open gifts. Your boy actually has presents under the tree – mostly things he can use to serve you better or things you will use on him, but still, boxes have his name on them. But he’s not here.
Where is he? You feel miffed and concerned. Where is your boy? You feel a breeze and notice the back door is ajar. You step forward to it, pulling your robe around you. What you see takes your breath away. Outside, in two feet of snow, your naked and vulnerable servant boy is standing up to his knees in soft powder. Flakes of it pepper his hair, and his face is turned skyward. You can’t believe it. It’s a white Christmas.
You remember for a moment that you bought your boy from a dealer that had brought his stock up from Florida. Had the boy never seen snow? You never bothered to ask. You knew he was fascinated by autumn and relished the traditions of holiday seasons, but had had he never seen snow? Truly?
You open the door. There’s a clear path where your boy cut a path through the deck and down to the yard. You jog to the mud room to fetch your boots and coat, and pull them on without really tying your laces or buttoing the fasteners. You’re worried your boy is going to get frostbite out there. You pull open the back door, and you’re cold all over. It’s freezing. You stumble to the edge of the porch.
“Boy,” you call gently, not wanting to scare him. He doesn’t hear you. He sticks out his tongue, trying to catch a snowflake. You pull out your phone and snap a quick photo. In the zoom, you can see he’s trembling from here. You get an idea to get his attention. With numb fingers, you wad up a ball of snow and throw it at him. It hits him square in the back and he yelps.
You laugh. If that wasn’t funny, the way he’s staring at you in surprise is.
“Come inside, you’re going to get frostbite on your toes.”
“I’m wearing my rain boots, Sir.”
“Still, this is no weather for a boy to be naked outside.” I say, throwing another snowball at him. He ducks.
“Coming Sir,” he replies, teeth chattering.
You shake your head and throw snowballs at him until he hurries up, but he’s laughing. When he’s on the deck, you turn your back to head back inside – and then a moment later you feel it, the impact of something wet and cold hitting the back of your jacket.
You whirl around.
You can’t believe it! Your boy just hit you with a snowball. His cheeks are red and he looks terrified as he is pleased with himself. Very sheepish.
I eye him. That was easily a spank-able offense. “You have good aim,” I say, feeling generous, then turn back inside. You hear him sigh in relief.
When you get back inside, he is noticeably shivering. His cock is so small that you’re sure he could have pulled the chastity cage off. You order him to get dressed and prepare something hot to drink while you go turn up the heat a little. Your boy bows then goes to his quarters to dress in his winter thermals.
You linger by the window, watching the snow fall, already burying your tracks and your fun. You wonder if your boy has ever been sledding, and suddenly you know how to spend your Christmas. Where in the Master handbook does it say you can’t command your boy to have fun?
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Text is fictional.
This looks like one of those Deep South photos of some trussed up buck a hunter shot or something. “Look ma what got caught in our trap!”
“How’s the chili coming?” Gabriel asked.
“Doing alright. On hour three. It needs more time in the crockpot. Are the green beans done?”
“Mmnn. Just about to put them in the freezer. We’re running out of room in there though.”
“Yeah we won’t have much room soon,” Benji agreed. “The lasagna took up a ton.” He shifted his weight, “God, my feet hurt. I can’t believe we’re almost done with the weekly cooking. Such a big list of recipes this week cause of that holiday party at the firm.”
“Mmn, yeah I’m burnt out on cooking. My hands are so dry from washing them.”
“Me too,” Benji agreed.
We still have to start on dinner though. It’s nearly 6.” Gabriel sighed. “Ugh, I don’t even want to touch food right now. I’m so done with handling raw fish. It’s a shame fried catfish just isn’t as good any other time then fresh.”
“Yeah seriously. I mean you can put it in the broiler but it’s just not the same,” Benji agreed. He shifted his weight again. “I think I’m going to ask Stephen for a mat to stand on or something.”
“Mmmn. That’s a good idea. Pass the pepper.”
Normally, both boys wouldn’t be so dour about serving the men they both loved and preparing food which would nourish them through-out the week. Gabriel worked for Porter, an esteemed lawyer, as a personal assistant and houseboy, and Benji, worked part time both for Porter’s paralegal Stephen, and went to school. Once a week, Gabriel and Benji got together and prepared meals for the week, dividing it at the end of the day to take to their respective homes. It was easier with two, and the company was better. But today wasn’t a normal day. It was a day they both wanted to be somewhere else, especially as the hours ticked on.
Then, the door bell rang.
Gabriel looked up. “Must be a courier.” That wasn’t entirely unusual. Legal documents sometimes had to be signed the same day they were written, and once in a while a courier knocked at odd hours to have Porter sign something important. Gabriel washed his hands real fast and dried them on a towel. “Coming!”
He jogged toward the door, and checked the peep hole. Yep, courier. Gabriel hoped it wasn’t urgent. Porter was still at the office. “One moment please.” Gabriel opened the door and went through the proper motions of politely accepting the envelope and signing for it. He was confused when the courier said it was for him – not for Porter.
“For me?” Gabriel repeated, confused.
“Yes Sir. That’s what it says.”
“Huh?”
“Turn it over.”
Gabriel flipped the envelope over. In Porter’s black scrawl it said, “Gabriel – open immediately.”
Gabriel was immediately curious. Christmas was still a week away. An early present maybe?
He tipped Joshua, closed the door, and went back to the kitchen.
“Courier?” Benji asked, setting corn flour on the counter.
“Yeah but it’s address to me.”
“Huh?”
Gabriel held up the envelope.
“Oh weird! Porter sent you an delivery from his office? How mysterious. Open it open it!”
Gabriel grinned and tour open the perforated tab. Benji bounced on his feet. Inside, was an envelope and a note.
“Dear Gabriel and Benjij – thank you for your hard work today. Stephen and I know we have the best houseboys and boyfriends ever.-”
“Awww,” Benji cooed, putting a hand over his heart.
“-..Please enjoy the night off?”
“What?”
Gabriel furrowed his brow. “That’s what it says. To enjoy the night off.”
Benji’s face lit up. “Oh maaan. Is that what I think it is? Tell me what’s in that envelope is what I think it is!”
Gabriel tore it open and pulled out two tickets to a 8:30 showing of the new Star Wars movie. He gasped. “BENJI look!”
Benji whooped and jumped around in a circle.
“Holy shit, Porter got us tickets!” Gabriel gaped at them, touching them excessively to make sure he wasn’t hallucinating this.
“We’re going on premiere night!” Benji cried out, suddenly feeling much more rejuvenated. “Oh this is awesome! No chance of having it spoiled online then!”
“Dude there’s something else in here,” Gabriel said, feeling the envelope
“What what?”
“It’s two twenty dollar bills.”
“What for?” Benji asked.
Gabriel unfolded them and read the post it note stuck to one. “Order yourselves a pizza, get showered, and go.”
“Aw sweet pizza!”
Gabriel shared the sentiment. Porter disapproved of unhealthy carb-bombs and greasy plates. Pizza and a movie was going to be a blast, like when they were teenagers again. Not having to make dinner was such a relief.
Gabriel texted Porter immediately, so wired he could barely type straight: Thank you thank you thank you Sir!! So excited that we get to go to Star Wars!
Porter replied: You’re welcome. You and Benji have fun. Don’t worry about dinner.
Then: Oh, Stephen is sleeping over tonight, so please make sure both you boys are prepared when we come home. We will want both of you.
Gabriel gave Benji a lopsided grin and showed him the message. “It’s going to be a long night.”
Benji chuckled and shook his head. “Oh, our men. So insatiable.”
Gabriel giggled. “Come on! Help me find a place to order take out from. We should order it and go shower to save time. The movie starts at 8:30 and I am NOT missing the trailers.”
“Did you hear there’s a new Independence Day 2 trailer?”
“Benji! No spoilers!”
“Sorry.”
“I’m going to make sure Stephen spanks you for that!”
“I said I’m sorry!”
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Text is fictional.
I felt his pressure on the mattress as he scooted over to me. A moment later, I felt Raphael’s arms around me. A kiss was pressed to my temple. I set down the socks I was folding. “Hello,” I signed. “What are you up to?”
Raphael covered my hands with his own and pushed them down to my lap, then continued kissing me up my jaw and around my ear. I pulled my hands free. “You’re making it hard to fold laundry,” I signed.
Raphael chuffed warm air into my ear and pushed my hands in my lap. I smiled. Raphael was in one of his moods I liked. He pushed my hands out of my lap and began to slip his own hands down into my underwear. I gasped, out of habit, although I couldn’t really hear it. I wasn’t wearing my hearing aids, as I often didn’t around the house.
My cheeks turned red as Raphael’s hands cupped my penis and balls. I was sure I was blushing horribly. Raphael’s affection knocked me figureatively on my ass sometimes. I could just be doing something normal, and then he would just come along and make me feel so entirely desired and craved for that it made my head spin. I never thought much of myself in a flaccid state – I was kind embarrased of how I looked actually, but Raphael found me sexy. He lusted after me hard, often out of nowhere. It was sudden as it was passionate.
His hands were now working me in my underwear, making my cock harden and straighten. I grabbed Raphael’s wrist. Raphael didn’t stop.
I began to feel hot. Raphael pulled my package out of my pants and began to stroke me in the open air. I leaned against him and he kept kissing me. I hooked an arm behind him and pushed my pelvis forward. I groaned. Even if Raphael couldn’t hear me, he could feel it. I honestly liked that he couldn’t hear me. Even I knew that I was loud at sex. I moaned, cried out, keened all sorts of combinations of vowels and half formed words. It was me unrestrained. I could not imagine how hearing couples did it – your partner heard every noise you made! How embarrassing! With Raphael, I did not have to think about it. I could just focus on the sensual pleasures from touching and stroking.
I signed the word “ejaculation” and “soon” and Raphael’s grip on me tightened. It felt so good, my head was spinning. Raphael was rolling and tenderizing my balls with his other hand, making me squirm. I pushed socks aside so I could stretch out my legs.
Raphael pushed his thumb into my cockhead, which was sensitive from being exposed outside its foreskin, and I lost it. I cried out and shot, my seed splashing over the bed and fresh socks I had just washed. Raphael nibbled my ear lobe and pumped me until I was spent. He then used one of the socks to clean me, but Raphael never finished. I tackled him and blew him in return.
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Text is fictional.