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Horned up after their shower, being instructed to oil each-other sent them into a make-out frenzy. They began making out before the director gave the cue. They didn’t care about directors and lights and noises. They had been unlocked after being restrained for a week, and their ability to resist impulses was down to zero. There was cock, and ass, and a bed, and they were going to fuck. Eventually someone hit “record” and just let them have at it. Natural-style porn always sold well, so the directors just let the boys give in to their natural instincts to rut. It was a beautiful sight to behold.

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by ccallenreese

chamapai:

He was a stranger. A message went out on my local Discord gay chat for my city – “Emergency: Friend of mine is being abused by his boyfriend, needs placement”. I clicked. A group of friends were going to move Evan out while his boyfriend was at work. But Evan didn’t have a place to go. His family lived on the other side of the country and didn’t have a room for him. So I offered my spare room, if he was ok with a dog.
Evan liked dogs.

So less than 24 hours later, Evan was moved in with all his boxes, suitcases, and trashbags. He never left. I told him he could leave at will. We looked at his budget and new places. But it just didn’t end up working out that way – I was enjoying his company at the dinner table, he liked having a hiking buddy and a dog watching the place at night. His therapist said a safe stable place was good for his healing.
Eventually I started charging Evan rent. He paid. Even after he stopped dating around, and went from sleeping in his own room to  sleeping in mine.

Two years later, I got a promotion which would send me to a new city. Evan made the decision to come with me in about thirty seconds. Now we don’t have to live with the fear of seeing his ex around the city and can begin to really live – as a couple. I will keep him safe for the rest of his life and cherish him with all the love I can.

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by ccallenreese

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SOMEONE your friend invited to this party is putting his hands all over YOUR boy – including groping his ass. Not only that, but this someone is leaning on your boy’s hospitality and desire to be polite by entrapping him against a wall, making it hard to get away. It will not stand. Absolutely not. You descended the stairs to assert custody over YOUR boy and get that stranger’s pervy hands away from him. Lord help that stranger if he tries to get fresh with you, or he’ll be icing his face later. You won’t have time for long fights. You have to escort your boy off to a private space and reassert your claim over him – or other men at the party may get ideas and move in. As you get closer, your boy shoots you a desperate look for assistance. You puff out your chest. This will NOT stand. He is YOURS.

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David looked at his boyfriend. “I think you’re going to have to move in with me.”
Heath worked his lips once or twice until they made sounds. “H-have to?” He’d been waiting for David to ask him to move in since the first week he met him. Over a year later, he’d began to think David valued his space more than intimacy.
“Well. Yeah. Look at our dogs. They’ve in love.”
Heath looked at them. He’d gotten the golden retriever two weeks ago. The Irish setter was David’s long time buddy. “But you don’t want to move in together cause you’re not in love with me?” He asked softly.
David made a grunting noise and rubbed the back of his neck. “Something something not good at expressing at my feelings, something something trying to do it through dog metaphors.”
Heath watched his face turn red and he couldn’t help but smile. So that’s all it was. Good ol’ fashioned male stubbornness.
“You love me?” Heath asked.
“It’s hard for me say that word out loud.”
“Why?”
“Cause it’s scary. How can you say it so easily?”
“Cause it’s how I feel. And it’s easy to talk about my happy emotions.”
David put his hand on Heath’s arm. “You’re happy?”
Heath nodded.
David nuzzled him. “I’m happy too.”
“You mean the dogs are happy,” Heath teased.
“Yes that. Look how happy they are.”
“So happy. So clearly moving in together is the best thing. For them, I mean.”
“Oh yes,” David agreed. “For them. Absolutely. Also, I’ve also heard that a one bedroom is going to be available on the floor above me soon. View of the park. I think the dogs would like that more than the studio.”
Heath looked pleased. “I think they’d like that a lot.” He snuggled up to David. “Oh what have we here…some part of you is also happy.”
He turned red again. “I can’t control that.”
“Mmn. Well it’s pretty prominent. Should be easy enough to find under the sheets…”
“Are you— ah! Ohhhh Heath~”

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baskintheafterglow:

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HOLY SHIT, IT WAS THE ORIGINAL ONE

MAKE A WISH

the first post ever on tumblr

this was why they put the reblog button on the bottom of posts

I THOUGHT I WAS GOING TO SEE LINDSAY LOHAN OR SOME SHIT WOW

Always reblog because perfection.

I was waiting for the stupid patrick thing but yay the real post. love it.

This is sacred

Ugh its back

I’m in Asia and am not able to write now cause I only have my phone, so hopefully this will make you all happy 🙂

by ccallenreese

Considering how many of you kinky fuckers show up on my dashboard fantasizing about being sold and degraded, I hope you guys are getting super hard over Tumblr being sold for 3 mil when it last went to Verizon for over 1 billion.

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You took your houseboy on a summer trip to make sure he wasn’t getting burned out. Your houseboy was a quiet, territorial type and you weren’t sure how he’d react to being away from his home for so long, though. At first, he seemed sullen and unsure, gazing longingly at your home in the mirror as you pulled out of the driveway. Wi-fi cameras and motion detectors would help him keep peace of mind. Still, he was listless on the drive.

The first day or so he fussed over the rented cabin excessively,  muttering to himself. He cleaned it top to bottom and stocked the shelves. You didn’t want him nesting down in there, and made a point to get him out in nature as much as possible. He protested mildly, but you gave him the task of packing picnics for your trips and soon the complaining stopped. The boy’s skin soon turned a lovely tan from being out doors, and his hair became streaked with highlights. 

One of these days you had rented a boat and were now floating on the lake after a good bout of fishing. Your houseboy was perched on the edge, watching the sunset over the hills and trees. He glanced down at the sun’s wobbly reflection on the water. He bent over, like a swan, and ran his fingers through the reflection. The boy looked so utterly beautiful it took the breath out of your lungs.

He noticed you watching him and straightened up. “Sir?”
“Yes lad?”
“Can we come here every year?”
You smile. “Absolutely. You want to come in the fall when the leaves change too?”
His face brightened. “Can we?’
”Yes.”
Your boy hugged his knees together and a look of tired contentment came to his face. “I’d like that, Sir.”
“Then it settled. Also, what do you think about cooking the fish outside over a fire tonight, instead of int he house?”

That made him gawk. “We can DO that?”
I grinned and leaned back in my chair. “We can do whatever we want. We’re on vacation.”

My houseboy considered this answer. After a moment, he got up, walked over, and slid into my lap.

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storagegimp:

Tied up and gagged again ☺️❤️

Marcus came to check on Joe. “How are you doing?”
“Better,” Joe said. “But I every time I think of Todd I just want to punch him in the face.”
“Well. That’s a normal thing with Todd. The trick is to be able to have those thoughts without punching him in the face.”
“He needs a good punch in the face.”
Marcus folded his arms. “Well. Yes. But it never ends at that. You can seriously hurt or even kill someone if you punch them wrong. And it doesn’t take him down, it’ll just get worse. You know this. How many times have you been arrested or detained for fighting?”
Joe didn’t answer.
“Uh huh. You know. Learning to be at peace with your aggression is your salvation. Either that, or we have to start making some medical decisions about curbing your testosterone.”
Joe exhaled. “I know that. I hate it. I feel like the Hulk sometimes.”
“I’ll get better,” Marcus said.
“I’m glad you pulled me off him and put me in time out, Marcus. I was hoping you would. I’m scared I’m going to get dependent on that.”
Marcus made a noise in his throat. “That would be a problem. Maybe you need a shock collar.”
“Are you serious?”
“I don’t know,” Marcus said. “But I had another suggestion.”
“What?” Joe asks.
“I think enrolling you in some sort of martial art – an aggressive one like Brazilian Ju Jitsu or something – may help?”
Joe rolled on his side to look at Marcus. “How would sending me to fighting classes make me STOP fighting?”
“Cause it’d give you an outlet for your energy and aggression, but you’d learn how to control it and your strength. Learn some discipline. You work in an office. You don’t work out enough. You need an outlet. Something involving grappling.”
Joe thought. “That sounds kind of fun….”
“Better than a shock collar?”
“Yeah. Or being castrated,” Joe snorts.
“You know I’d never cut your balls off,” Marcus retorted. “I like to play with them too much.”
Joe laughs. “Yeah you do. You could get me neuticles or something though.”
“Oh dear god,” Marcus snorted. “Yeah no. Alright, I’ll look into it for you, boy.”
“Thank you, Sir.”
“You’re welcome. You have another twenty minutes with your thoughts and I’ll come untie you for a break ok?”
“Yes Sir.”
“Think you’ll be calm enough by then? Todd’s long gone.”
“Yes Sir.”
“Good boy. Holler if you need anything.”
“Could I get some water please?”
“Absolutely.” Marcus gave Joe’s foot a squeeze. “Be right back.”

Joe wiggled around for a moment and got comfortable again. Marcus was so patient with him. He felt more and more embarrassed about his out-of-control aggression every time he had to come tell Marcus what he’d done, head bowed, tail between his legs, bruises on his knuckles. But Marcus never punished him. Just disciplined him, or tied him and showed him stillness.
And for once in his life, Joe felt like he could be saved. He loved Marcus a lot. He never wanted to be a good boy for anyone before. But for Marcus, it mattered. He didn’t want to let him down. Did Marcus really think ju-jitsu would be a good outlet for him? Joe was so lost in his thoughts he didn’t hear Marcus come back with water and startled when he appeared in his peripheral vision.

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