by ccallenreese

rantsofalib:

It’s jock strap Thursday 😁

Brent picked up his phone and read the text message from Donovan: “Hey are you still home?”
He wrote back: “Yeah why?”
There was a knock at the door. Brent jumped.
“Hi lol.” Came another text.
Brent walked to the front door and opened it. “Donovan, what are you doing here?”
Donovan grabbed Brent’s shirt. “I need you to fuck me please. I am begging you.”
Brent scoffed. “Woah calm down there. Did you take a viagra or something?”
“No I got a new vibrator and I’ve been playing myself all morning, but it’s not taking the edge off. I need you to fuck me like how you do. You know. Hard. Right into the bed. I need to cum like that.” Donovan whimpered.
Brent decided it was a good idea to let Donovan into the house.
“I’m already lubed and stretched, just for the love of god please.” Donovan cupped Brent’s bulge. “Please?”
“Donovan it’s barely 1 in the afternoon.”
“Your point?”
Brent chuckled. “Guess you woke up on the horny side of the bed. Well I most certainty want to pound your ass into oblivion, but-”
“Nooo not ‘but!”
“But my friend Raj is coming over to work on some music. And he has six thick inches buried in dark curls. If you can be a patient boy, you can get wrecked by two cocks, how do you feel about that?”
Donovan whimpered again. “I – I would like that,” he whispered.
“Good.” Brent clapped him on the back. “I think I’ll tie you to the bed while wait.”
Donovan went along willingly and once in the bedroom, began to take off his shorts as he went. Brent glanced at him. “Oh you wore the jockstrap. Leave that on – that’ll make Raj completely crazy.”

Brent lay on the bed, watching Donovan take ropes out of the closet while talking to Raj on the phone. When he hung up, Brent smirked at Donovan.
“He is excited to meet you. And he wants you tied to the bed with a vibrator up your ass. So let’s get to work.”
Goosebumps broke out over Donovan’s body. He had a feeling he was going to like this stranger a lot.
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John was staying overnight at Ryan’s house. It belonged to Ryan’s parents, but Ryan and his younger brother Matt rented it from them together as they attended the same college nearby, two years apart. John headed downstairs to get a glass of water for bed when he discovered he wasn’t the only one awake. Matt was shirtless on the sofa, hand in his sweatpants. From his vantage point on the stairs, John recognized the Sean Cody porn playing on Matt’s laptop. Ryan had mentioned his younger brother was gay, but wow! Bold! He wasn’t even using headphones.

“Ah fuck!” Matt yelped. He slammed the laptop shut and covered himself with a pillow.
“Sorry, sorry! I just came down for water,” John held his hands up and glanced away.
“I didn’t realize you were still awake. Fuck. God, I’m so embarrassed.”
“Don’t be. I’ve jerked off to the same shit.”
Matt stared at John and watched him walk into the kitchen. “So you are gay. I’ve always suspected.”
“Suspected? I gave gay voice, can’t you tell?”
“I can tell, but barely.”
John took a glass out of the cupboard. “Then you should have guessed.”
Matt had his gaze fixated on John. “Does that mean we can fool around? I’m so goddamny horny. I was texting with this guy I met on campus tonight, but he ghosted me.”
John chuckled as he filled a glass from the water dispenser in the fridge. He glanced at Matt over his shoulder. “Well, unfortunately, I’m also a bottom, so I don’t think it’d work out.”
Matt barked out a laugh. “Oh honey. No no no, you have it all wrong. I may be lithe and femme, but I’m definitely not a bottom.”

John froze mid-sip when he heard this. He hadn’t caught a nervous freshman jerking off in the living room at one in the morning – he had walked into the den of a hunter and become prey. Despite Ryan sleeping upstairs, John was ensnared. He felt helpless; this was too tempting to walk away from. He had to know if Matt was telling a lie just to get laid.  

John soon learned Matt was in fact telling the truth – he definitely was not a bottom.

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by ccallenreese

jahboni:

Zane was taking thirst traps in front of the mirror, because frankly the vapid validation on Grindr and Tiktok made him feel better about the bad day he had. Suddenly, he heard a noise.

Zane paused the music on his phone playing from the bluetooth speaker and tilted his head like a confused puppy. Someone was knocking at his door. It was nearly 9 pm. Zane pulled on a pair of athletic shorts, grabbed his phone, and wandered into the living room. He set his phone on the arm of the couch, and checked to make sure the baseball bat was leaning against the wall next to the front door of his apartment. He cracked door cautiously, sticking out only his head.

Zane was expecting to see one of the random drug addicts that roamed around this neighborhood at night, or his nutty cat lady neighbor who kept asking if he’d seen cats that had escaped. She had like ten and most of the time, they hadn’t escaped, she just couldn’t find them in her apartment amongst all the clutter. But this was a new face (Hispanic? Filipino?) of a young man in a puffy jacket he filled out well. Beanie. Tight fitting black jeans. Late 20s Bit of an emo vibe.. He was fiddling with something in his hands, which were clad in fingerless gloves. Zane assumed it was probably his phone.
“Hello? Can I help you?” Zane opened the door a bit more. The cold breeze gave him goosebumps and made his nipples harden.
The young man’s eyes widened; he almost looked panicked. “Uhhhh. Yeah um. Are you Zane Truman? I found a wallet today, the ID said you lived at this address.”

Zane’s jaw dropped. “Holy shit. I did, yeah. I’m not sure when I lost it, but considering I took public transit today I assumed I lost it there- thought it was a goner.” He held out his hand and the young man passed the wallet over.
Zane turned his wallet in his hands in disbelief. He opened it. His credit cards, ID, and cash were all in there. “Wow,” he murmured. The wallet seemed like an illusion; things like this never happened to him. “Thank you so much.”
“I’m happy I could get it back to you.”
“I can’t believe you actually brought it all the way out here to this sketchy party of town.” Zane took some bills out of the wallet. “Here please take this.”
The young man held up his hands. “No no, not needed at all. I don’t want anything in return.”
Zane furrowed his brow. “Nothing?”
“Nope. Nothing at all.”
“Damn. Guess there are nice people left in the world,” Zane said half to himself. He put the bills away.

The young man didn’t reply. He was looking at Zane’s tattooed body and legs, eyes half focused. Zane raised an eyebrow and cleared his throat. The young man snapped to attention. His face turned red. “Sorry, I didn’t mean to stare.”
“No, it’s ok, I don’t mind when people stare at my tattoos.”
“No, I mean, it’s just-,” The young man shifted his weight between his feet. “I think I recognize you.”
“Oh from where?” Zane asked, perplexed. He’d never seen this guy in his life. “From um, Grindr?” the young man squeaked.

Zane couldn’t help but laugh. It was his turn to blush. “Oh my god. Are you serious? My shirtless bathroom selfies are coming back to haunt me?”
“I mean, they were good pictures…”
“So, yes. I don’t remember getting a hit from you. Did you message me?”
“Me? Nooo I would never have a chance, you’re way too hot to respond to someone basic like me.”
Zane put his hands on his hips. “Now that is nonsense. For one, you’re cute, and two, I’m a slut and love attention from any man no matter what. I would have definitely shamelessly flirted with you.”
The young man tried to stammer out a response.
“What is your name by the way?” Zane asked.
“Alejandro,” he said.
“Alejandro.”
Zane leaned back and grabbed his phone off the couch. Grindr was still open. He did a search to see who was in the area and found Alejandro with ease. With a grin, he sent a message. “If you don’t have to rush home, you’re welcome to come in for a bit.” Alejandro had an inkling of what he was doing and yet, he was still surprised when his phone dinged. He pulled it out of his pocket and giggled nervously as he read it. “I mean, I don’t need to be home right away tonight,” he wrote back.
Zane smiled as the message came through. He lowered his phone and stepped aside. “Please do come in.”
Alejandro gaze’s lingered on Zane’s chiseled tattooed torso, drifted down to his abs, and followed the dark trail of hair until it disappeared below the waistline of those shorts. Shorts that did nothing to hide the curve of what was held within.
Alejandro’s feet moved forward on their own, and he found himself in Zane’s apartment, taking off his coat. This was all completely crazy, probably the riskiest thing he’d ever done! But the more he stared at Zane, the more Alejandro wanted a reward.

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dolerme:

ibrahima kone by joaquin burgueño for mordernroad magazine

I rub his back as he finishes vomiting into the wastebasket.
“Dinner didn’t go down right last night?” I ask, although I know what’s really bothering him.
“No,” David grunts and spits. “Just – not looking forward to brunch.”
I curl my fingers and run my nails gently down his back. “There’s still some water on your nightstand.”
David looks at it as if he’s forgotten it’s there. He swishes his mouth out and spits it into the plastic-lined bin. He sighs.
“I know I sound like a broken record, but you don’t have to go to brunch if you don’t want to.”
“I need to. This is my sister’s first baby, my first nephew. If I don’t go, it’ll look terrible. My sister has been texting me that she’s excited I’m coming. It’ll be awkward if I’m not there, and I want to meet Obediah.”
“It’ll be awkward if you don’t want to be there and everyone can tell.”
David leans back against the pillows. “So I should go regardless.”
“No, I’m not saying that. Listen, it’s not your fault it’ll be awkward if you’re not there. Your parents make it awkward, by not accepting you and asking you rude questions about me, about trying to set you up with women. It’s their fault.”
“But Neil…”
“Nuh uh uh! Nope. Don’t start with that. Text your sister. Tell her that you don’t want your parents’ issue with your sexuality ruining the new baby party, and you will come over some night this week and cook dinner so you two can catch up.”
David stares at me. “How do you do that?”
“Do what?”
He waves his hand. “Just magically solve my problems.”
I chuckle. “My grandpa was a lot like your parents. I’m used to avoiding him. He couldn’t handle the gay.”
“You are very gay.” David thinks. “It could work. My sister loves my fried catfish.”
“See, it’ll work”
David picks up his phone and types out the message. I spellcheck it and he sends it. We look at each-other. “I think I may throw up again,” David says.
“Sweetheart there’s nothing in your stomach to throw up.”
The phone dings. I watch David’s face as he reads it. He smiles. I release the breath I’ve been holding. “She says she understands, and has been craving my catfish recipe and my fried okra. She said Wednesday night would be good.”
“Yay! See that worked out.”
“And um.” David holds up the phone. “She wants you to come.”
“Really?” my heart flutters a little.
“Yeah.”
“Do you want me there?”
David plucks at the sheets. “Yes. It would be nice. I never get to take you to any family stuff.”
“I would love to. I’ll make a dessert to bring.”
“Fantastic.” David exhales in relief and his shoulders relax.

David sends a message to his parents and sets his phone aside. “Now that I’m not spending my day being passively aggressively shit on by my parents, what am I going to do with my morning?”
“I think we should go to brunch at Diamond’s.”
David lifts an eyebrow. “Baby, that’s expensive.”
“It is, but it’s delicious and you deserve it. Plus it’s Saturday so Topher is working. Let’s go to Diamond’s and gossip about the other rich gays over berry pancakes, cause I know you love that-”
He groans. “I do.”
“Then let’s go to the beach, get some sun, come back, clean up, have sex, and watch a movie on the sofa while eating mac n cheese?”
David smiles. “Why are you such a perfect boyfriend, Neil?”
“I’m not perfect.” I insist. “I just like being with you.”
“Yes you are.”
“Nooo.” I hit him with a pillow.
“Hey!” David laughs.
“I am not you silly boy. Now come on, let’s go shower so I can give you the handjob I’ve been wanting to give you all morning.”

David’s phone starts binging again. He winces and picks it up. “That’s my mom.”
I take the phone out of his hands and launch it across the room toward the laundry basket. “Neil!” David shouts in panic; it lands without a scratch.
“That woman is not going to succeed in ruining our morning.” I take David’s hand and pull him out of bed. “And she’s not getting between me and your dick.”
“Well when you put it that way, I find it hard to argue.”
“Good. Now get in here and brush your teeth so I can kiss you.”

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by ccallenreese

exprof:

“You know why you’re being punished right?”
“Yes sir. Because of what I said to Mark.”
“Yes, boy. Because of that. But I am more upset that you have made me punish you, because as mean as it was, that insult was a hell of a zinger. It was damn accurate and Mark was annoying all of us.”
“Thank you Sir,” Julian says.
“But, being rude to other men, especially men you were serving at my home, is not behavior I will tolerate or enforce.”
Julian sighs. “I understand Sir. I considered there would be repercussions before I said it.”
I chuff air through my nose. It’s so hard not to smile. “I’m glad you said it though. I enjoyed watching John snort beer out of his nose at Mark’s reaction to what you said.”
Julian looks pleased.
I cup his jaw. “I’m glad you understand.” I kiss him deeply and palm the back of his head. “I love you, boy. Now fetch me my paddle and the spiked ball parachute.”
Julian hesitates, processing if the repercussions were worth it. His gaze rises to meet my stern expression. “Um, yes Sir. Right away Sir.”
“Good boy.” I don’t tell him that if he takes his punishment well, it’ll be balanced by the sweetness of reward for the risk he took. In this case, he’ll get to finish himself by rutting against my lap. I look forward to feeling that heat and wetness soak through my jeans, and I begin to harden at the thought of it.

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by ccallenreese

I am aware that my last post has some typos in it, but Tumblr is not allowing me to save the edited post. I keep getting the same error message. So I apologize I will try and fix it in the morning.

by ccallenreese

thethongkingdom:

Andy snapped his gum. “Oh hi Justin!”
“Hi sweetheart. You got a new haircut.”
“I did, you like it?”
“Love it.” Justin insisted. “How’s work today?”
Andy ran his fingers under the hem of his thong and snapped it. “Doing great, feeling great. Thanks to you.”
“You did all the work,” Justin insisted.
Andy smiled. “I appreciate you so much.”
“Love you too. Now get out there, make the boys happy.”
Andy stuck out his butt. “Say that, but give me a spank.”
“Get out there and make the boys happy!” and Justin punctuated that with an open palm smack on that beautiful round ass.
“Woo!” Andy grinned and winked at him and danced down the bar.
Justin chuckled to himself and shook his head. What a character.

The man sitting next to Justin turned to look at him. “Is that your boyfriend?” He pointed in Andy’s direction.
Justin took a sip of his drink. “No, that’s my client.”
“Oh, I get it, he’s your escort?”
“No no, you have a bit wrong. I’m his therapist.”
The man blinked. He looked at Andy gyrating on the bar with confidence and glee and glanced back at Justin. “Are you taking new patients?”

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by ccallenreese

subfagslut:

ssklave-ss2149:

🤤

“Hello, boy. Looks like you’re my first this afternoon.”
“Y-yes Sir,” Bryce squeaked.
“Are you nervous?”
“You’re very intimidating,” Bryce stammered.
“Intimidating or dominant?” Master Hadid responded.
Bryce swallowed hard.
“Your body screams out to be dominated by me doesn’t it? You can’t keep your eyes off my pouch. You want my cock more than anything.”
Bryce whimpered. “I need it,” he whispered. His cock was dripping on the floor from its steel confines.
“I do think I am going to have to call Master Smith and give him my sympathies again. To have such a beautiful, pliant, horny creature at his feet – the result of all his hard work of keeping you in chastity – and yet, he be unable to reap the rewards when it has come time to milk and clean you. He might be more frustrated than you. How is his hand?”
Bryce raised his eyes from Master Hadid’s crotch to his face. “Healing, thank you. The doctors expect he’ll need another operation to repair the nerves, but right now they want the bones to heal first.”
“He’ll keep his finger yes?”
“Yes, but we’re not sure about the tip of it.”
Master Hadid winced. “Good gracious. Wood working accidents are no joke.”
Bryce shuddered. “No. I heard him screaming so I rushed over to his shop, but he demanded I stay out and not come in. I’m glad he did; I would have fainted.”

“That must have been terrifying, hearing your man calling for help and be unable to do anything beyond calling 911. I imagine when he’s healed you is going to want to reward you for coming to his aid anyway and taking care of him as he heals from his injury.”
Bryce flushed. “Being his boy is reward enough.”
“How absolutely lovely.” Master Hadid walked over to a cabinet and opened the door to consider its contents. “I will have to take the best care of you for him. But that doesn’t mean we can’t have fun along the way. What should we do after I clean you. Hm. Tell me, sweet boy…have you ever played with wax?

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vallentiro14:

Brody was relaxing on the sofa after coming back from the gym, scrolling through stuff on his phone, when his boy came into the room. Brody watched him out of the corner of his eye as he shuffled up to the sofa and sat on the floor near his feet; the vinyl shorts he was wearing creaked. Brody rubbed his shoulder with foot. Nick nuzzled it and then nibbled on his toes.
Brody jerked his leg. “Hey!” Brody said. “Toes are not chew toys, pup. I don’t want to kick you in the face.”
“Mrrr. But they’re so chewable. Especially in those socks.”
“No doing anything that could make me kick you. I don’t want to have to explain pup play to the people in the ER.”
“Yeah that wouldn’t be good. But we may um, end up there later this afternoon anyway.”
Brody lowered his phone and stared at Nick over it. Nick looked away; his cheeks were flushed in shame.
“What does that mean? Why would we end up there?” Brody demanded.
Nick wrung his hands together. “I swallowed a marble,” he whispered.
Brody blinked. “I’m sorry, did you say you swallowed a marble?”
Nick turned even redder. “Yes,” he squeaked.
“Where did you – how, I mean. We don’t even OWN marbles!”
“It was one of the ones we have in the decorative jar with the fake flowers.”
Brody swung his feet down to the floor. “How did you swallow one?”
“Well I was rinsing them off, cause they were dusty, and I thought they looked kind of like Gob-stoppers. I was curious what it would feel like to have a glass one in my mouth so I put it in, and then…I dunno, I just swallowed it!” the tone of his voice went up near the end.

Brody rubbed the bridge of his nose. “It’s like having a child. Am I going to just gag you 24/7 so you stop putting things in your mouth?”
“Noooo. Sir am I going to die? Do we need to go to the hospital?”
Brody sighed. “No, I don’t think so. You feel fine?”
“Yes?”
“Well, I suppose you’ll pass it at some point.”
Nick made a face. “Ew.”
“Let me know if you get any stomach pain or anything.”
“Yes Sir.”
“In the meanwhile…”
“Yes?”
Brody pointed at him. “You’re getting a spanking.”
“Roooooooooooooooo!” Nick howled.

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