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castrokinky:

castrokinky:

SCAM Warning – Whisper is not for sale.

For a couple of months, someone has been using stolen photos of Whisper in an attempt to “sell” him and scam people out of money. He started on Collarspace but we got that shut down. Since, he’s been using email. We’ve had several people forward the emails to us. The scammer uses different email addresses for each. He generally goes by Troy or Guy.

Everything is being collected and turned over to federal law enforcement and fraud reporting agencies. Please let me know if you’ve received this solicitation.

And please reblog this widely.

FYI. I heard from someone on Recon today that this guy is still contacting people to try to scam them.

Who the fuck does something like this?

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Georgie read the message and huffed. The fourth message came in. “Maybe”. He was tired of dealing with boy, this supposedly straight boy who couldn’t make up his mind about Georgie. Georgie was starting to think being toyed with was worse than being flat out rejected. So Georgie texted back: Don’t insult me with your maybes. I’m hot and sexy and very fuckable. Men grab my ass ALL THE TIME at the Abbey. You can kiss and cuddle me, but don’t lead me on.
Then he hit the ‘send’ button with a harumph, and went to make his protein shake.

Georgie was surprised that Walter texted him back – and he was really surprised at the content!:
Ok ok, I’m sorry. You’re right. It’s not fair. The truth is, I want to do those thing to you in reverse order. I want to fuck you, then kiss you, and cuddle you. I just…I don’t understand why, and some part of me in my head is ashamed of it and can’t move forward.
Then another message: I think I was just hoping you’d take the initiative, but I realized that was unfair of me and stupid. I just…need some patience. Please?

Georgie’s heart melted. “Aww poor little bi boy is so confused. Straightness corrupted his brain. And he does want to fuck me! And he wants me to be his first!” Georgie clutched his phone to his chest and sighed. “Be still my heart! Ok ok what do I tell him mmm.”
Georgie texted back: I was really floored by your confession. You’re right, it wasn’t fair, and I wasn’t ever going to force myself on you and just magically hope you’d like it. Also if you’re struggling, the LGBT Center off Selma Ave has sliding-scale therapy for people coming out. If you want to go talk to them…I’ll wait.

The response came back: Please wait.
Georgie swooned into a chair. “Walter is such a romantic!” He couldn’t help it. He was charmed. Georgie typed a response and hit send: Waiting.

The next day, the confused lad sent Georgie a photo of the LGBT Support Center. Georgie cupped his cheek and aww’ed. “Oh bless him, he’s really trying. Keep this up Walter and I’m so gonna fall for you harder!”

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alllockedup:

*barks* puppy got bored :(.

Someone throw ball? 🐶

Julian looked at his pup. He looked at his laptop. He looked at his pup. He shut the laptop. He bounced the ball in his hand and threw it. It rolled out the door and down the wooden hallway. “Ok, go bring me the ball!” He laughed when the pup got so excited he half fell off the bed. Julian could hear the barking echoing down the hall. He had no idea when his boy had gotten into his pup gear, but he was glad he had. His boy always seemed to know when he needed a break.

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Wow. This view is NICE! Super nice. That is definitely the Eiffel Tower. Wait. The ..Eiffel Tower? Those street signs are in French. I’m in FRANCE? I woke up in Cambridge yesterday! We went to London to party… I remember that. The fuck happened? How much did I DRINK? I remember my wallet and cellphone being on the nightstand…

“Allo? Cody? Où es-tu?”
Cody’s eyes go wide and he turns to face the apartment he woke up in. “Oh my god I literally took home a French boy.”

Cody walks back into the apartment, in a daze. “Uh hi?”
The boy’s face lights. “Allo. I thought you left. You’re here.”
“Yes. Um. I have to ask – did we fuck?”
The French lad smirks. He picks up a box of condoms on the bed, then turns it upside down. One falls out. He begins to snicker.
Cody blushes. “Guess we did.”
The French guy smiles and stretches. “I hope you remember despite how much you drank. The sex was very good.”
Cody blinks. Drunk him was a stud apparently. “Merci?”
The lad chuckles. “You’re cute. You want to get breakfast? Yes?”
“Oh hell yes,” Cody agrees. “I’m feeling hung over and I’m starving. Last thing I ate was donar kebab last night.”
“Oh that was very long ago,” the man teases. He gets out of bed, not ashamed of his nudity. “I am going to go shower. Then, breakfast, and ….” he holds up the one condom on the bed. “Maybe?”
Cody grins. Drunk Cody had excellent taste in men. “Depending how I feel, we may need more.”
Both eyebrows go up. “C’est fantastique!”

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Jasper was about to leave the house when he realized something was off. He paused in the door with his duffel in one hand, and his crop in the other. Jasper put the crop in his mouth and did a check – keys, cellphone, wallet, change of clothes, all in his duffel. What was it? It wasn’t his lack of shirt – that he packed. Besides he got sweaty and hot immediately when he was Domming and always took it off within minutes. No need to wear it there. It was balmy out tonight anyway.

Jasper reached for his duffel when he realized what was missing.
“My gloves,” he groaned through the crop in his teeth. He tromped upstairs and picked up his soft leather gloves off his dresser. Jasper slid them on and admired how well they fit, how different he felt. He was glad he remembered.

He wasn’t sure what boys he’d be working with tonight, but he knew those boys made judgements on first impressions. And if Jasper had forgotten something, and figured out later, the boys would know. They would sense he wasn’t ready. Wasn’t dressed. These boys put a lot of trust in you to rock their world. You gotta have full confidence when walk in there, promising to own their asses and conquer their bodies.

Yeah, you really had to be ready for anything. Jasper glanced at himself in the mirror before he left his bedroom. What a fine looking man he’d grow up into. He smirked. The gloves were already working their magic. Jasper hummed to himself as he went downstairs. He hoped Gabriel was at the dungeon tonight – boy was pale and fuzzy, and had an ass like a ripe peach begging to be split open until the juices down his fingers.

Jasper was fantasizing about his last session with Gabriel as he headed out the door. The leather of his gloves creaked as he picked up his duffel. He tucked his crop under his arm, and went into the night.

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temptingdominance:

hornyjustfordaddy:

flashdoggy:

Throw a few big dogs on that bed and you have my typical Sunday afternoons.

@temptingdominance

Yes!

August shuffled to the front door, feeling thick headed and blurry eyed. Was it his neighbor giving him mixed up mail again? He opened the door, blinking and stunned, but deeply pleased. “Oscar! What are you here?”
He looked a bit sheepish and held up a bag. “I um, just wanted to see you again, you know. I’ve been wanting to see you since our last date, and when I heard you were sick and that you had to cancel our date tonight, you sounded so down. I brought you some soup, tea, and tissues and magazines and stuff.”
August looked at his boyfriend fondly and swallowed the lump in his throat. “Aww, that’s so sweet. I’m really happy to see you. I’m glad you came.”
Oscar smiled. “May I come in?”
“Oh sure sure. Watch Gordie there.”
August’s giant Rottweiler bowled Oscar over with a greeting. The dog was brimming with energy. “Oof! Oh hello big boy. Yes you are such a hyper dog!” Oscar looked at August. “Does he need to be walked?”
August looked at him. “Yeah he hasn’t been walked in two days,” he admitted. “Just so fucking sick and it’s so cold out there.”

Oscar nodded. “Well I’m still in my jacket. Why don’t you get started on this soup, make some tea, and I’ll check on you when I get back?”
August wondered if Oscar had been sent from heaven. “You are awesome. I’d kiss you if I wasn’t sick.”
“I’ll take a raincheck.”
August chuckled.

When Oscar returned with a tired and happy dog, he found August snuggled into the sofa with the empty take-out container of soup, a decimated cracker packet, and a nearly empty cup of tea. “Guess I was hungry?”
Oscar laughed. “Clearly.“

August’s body had been fighting its viral invaders all day, all now that it had fresh fuel, it was too much for him to stay awake and turn the food into energy. He quickly became drowsy. Oscar didn’t complain. He changed August’s sheets while August showered, and tucked him in. Oscar even risked getting sick himself by crawling in to bed with August to read him a bed time story.

August insisted on cuddling as close to Oscar as possible. He hoped Oscar could feel the love radiating from his body. He was still a bit shy about expressing his feelings, and found it easier to show them instead. Oscar put an arm over. August exhaled softly in contentment, and drifted off to the timbre of Oscar’s voice.

When he woke up the next morning, August felt marginally better. His fever had broken, but he felt warm because there was a giant dog on top of him. Oscar was no where to be seen, but there was fresh laundry in the basket at the foot of the bed. A quick check of the apartment showed it had been tidied. Dishes washed. August was stunned. His boyfriend had done this for him? A fresh lump appeared in throat. Fuck, he wasn’t worthy!

He found a note taped to his phone: Gordie’s been let out and fed. Went to run errands. Text me when you’re up, I’ll bring you breakfast 🙂

Why was that smiley face so cute? August checked the time. He texted Oscar. “I’m up for brunch now. Gonna take another shower. See you soon?”
As he was drinking last night’s cold tea, August got a response. “I’m bringing lox and bagels. See you soon!”
August smiled. He paused with his finger over his phone’s keyboard. Maybe it was the medication making him do it, but he responded. “Thank you, babe. Listen, um, I think …I think I’m falling in love with you.” He immediately panicked after sending it. The response time felt like an eon.
Oscar wrote back though. “Oh wow. Nice to hear you’re catching up to me. :)”

August couldn’t help it. He made it into the shower before he began to cry. After being abandoned by his mom, cheated on by a past lover, and scammed out of overtime at work, August finally felt like he was loved and cherished.

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torontopup:

www.recon.com/torontoslave

Joey knocked.
“Come in,” said a burly voice.
“Thank you Sir,” Joey replied. He entered the room, filled Darren’s glass with fresh filtered water, which was just a centimeter from being empty.
“Thank you much boy. Very thoughtful.”
“Of course Sir. May I bring you a snack or anything?“
“No thank you, boy. I’ll be eating a banana and having a protein shake before the gym later, so I’ll do that then.”
“Of course. How are your stocks Sir?”
“Looking good,” Darren said with a smile. “But I’d rather look at you. You are shaping up beautifully, boy.”
Joey turned pink. “Thank you Sir. I feel very inadequate next to you, but it’s…inspirational.”
“Aw. That’s kind of you to say so boy. One day you’ll be able to out bench me. One day.”
Joey raised an eyebrow in disbelief. “Not in this life!”
“Oh you will,” Darren said, slapping Joey’s solid ass.
“Oh!”
Darren moved his hand up Joey’s thigh, admiring the taut muscle under neath. His hand slid upwards to brush over Joey’s bulge before letting it fall away. “Such good progress.”
“Thank you, Sir,” Joey stammered.
“Good boy now. I gotta finish my analysis now. See you down in the kitchen later.”
“Yes sir!” Joey said. He bowed in respect and left.

Joey’s heart was fluttering the whole time he bounced down the stairs. He’d met Darren in the gym. Darren was his mentor, his Sir, the first stud to claim him and fuck him in the locker room. He worshiped Darren and all his hot muscles – and his very nice thick cock. To think one day he’d eclipse Darren was a crazy thought. Joey flexed. Still not nearly as big as Darren. One day at a time. He hoped it didn’t happen too fast though. He liked being a boy in service and having a gym buddy.

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Captions are 100% fictional. Source is here. This guy is really beefy. Check out his Tumblr that I just linked. He has his own calender.

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perdersiperpotersiritrovare:

Oh

God what is with that guy? Why is he so hot? I mean, I’m hot and I’m jealous. His body isn’t even as toned as mine. But he’s so fucking hot. He should be a model. Or a porn star. Or both. He should be famous for sure. But if he were famous he would move away and I couldn’t watch him from my window. Man, look at him stretch… love watching him stretch and work that body. So long and lean. Such good lines. His skin tone is just beautiful.
Yeah, he’s fucking hot. God what is with me? I haven’t gotten the urge to do guys since college. This guy makes me want to fuck him though. I want to just bend him over and just…dominate him. Christ, he gets under my skin.
Hm. Would I bottom for him? I don’t really bottom, but…god maybe if he asked. He’s that hot. I think I’d just forget how to speak English if he talked or me, or if I saw him in real life. God why the fuck is he so hot? I can’t get anything done when he’s out there on the balcony. Shit, I’m not going to get my life back until I turn him into a drooling, cummy mess. I would wreck that body. I would change the way he walks for a day. Fuck yeah. I don’t even care if he’s gay. I’m sure he’d let me fuck him. Or hump him. Yeah, I’d settle for that. Just to own that dick. That dick is mine. God, he’s so gorgeous. I’ve never met a woman that gorgeous.

Shit, my girlfriend would be really mad if she heard me say that.

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Captions are fictional. Who is this man?? A knowledge reader has informed me this is fitness model Kaz van der Waard.

Thank you reader~

R.I.P Nobley

R.I.P Nobley

by ccallenreese

the-kinky-bf:

Hi everybody.

First I would like to thank everybody for their kind and loving messages. I’m sorry, I can’t reply to them all personally.
There have been rumors to what happened to our dearest friend and my love @pupnobley . @allbecauseoftheboys already explained a bit, but I’d like to share my story now, as part of my mourning.

So basically Nobley died of erotic auto-asphyxation. Solo breath play. 
I found him Wednesday last week, when I got home from work. These are images that won’t fade from my mind easily, but I’m glad nobody else (especially his family) witnessed, what I witnessed back then.

Due to these ‘suspicious’ circumstances, I had to talk to the police for a couple of hours, while CSI-like people investigated Nobley. It was so hard not to talk about what happened with his parents, friends, family for over three hours.

I was angry at him, at first. Thankfully my rage didn’t last long. He doesn’t deserve anger. He was a beaken of peace in the community, and I’d like to keep it that way.

Yes, I do have questions. Why? How? I don’t think anybody can give me answers. I’m seeing a counselor to deal with these questions. Hopefully that will give me rest.

Nobley was an ambassador of sane and safe play. I can’t tell you where this came from. I know his interest in breath play and it was mutual. I had my own insecurities about breath play, as it could result into what turned into my worst nightmare.

I won’t rant too long about the dangers of solo breath play, as everybody now knows what can happen. You might be the one having fun (I’ll try to keep in mind, that at least he was having fun), but you’re leaving a world in grieve.

Finally, I would like some misconceptions to be discarded:
– We both had interest in breath play, so solo play wasn’t necessary. It is NEVER necessary in any case.
– He thought it through. I mean, he had a build-in quick-release. I don’t know why he didn’t use it, I’m not sure if I want to know. This emphasizes there is NO SANE/SAFE SOLO BREATH PLAY.

I won’t be posting for a while, but I will be checking out my Tumblr every now and then. Please respect that.

R.I.P., my love <3

Nobley’s BF has updated us with more information. Everyone needs to know this lesson and everyone needs to heed it, spread it, and share it. Sex in the real world is not a porno, or a fantasy. Actions have real consequences that hurt real lives. No man is an island. Under the water we are all connected.