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by ccallenreese

“This is my cock. It is mine. You may kiss me, you may touch me, but you cannot touch this. I own this big beautiful cock and the fat peach below. You have been slutting it up with every man in this club, desperate to find someone to tend it every night. Your cock and balls are obviously too much for you to handle. I will be controlling this and milking it when I deem fit from now on. You don’t have a say in this, because you don’t know better. You’re just a beta. You will be happier by surrendering it to me, so I’m making that choice for you. What is this? A drip already? I think you need a date with the handcuffs and the e-stim machine. We need to clear out your pipes before I lock you up.”

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Text is fictional.

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by ccallenreese

Marcus pretended the act of unbuttoning his jeans was much more involved than it actually was. He was nervous though, eyes flicking up and down at the man watching him intently.

“Come on shy boy. Open up.”

Marcus chewed on his lower lip and oh so slowly unzipped his jeans and parted the flaps to show off his flaccid cock for his suitor. He knew what the man would say and he just wanted to savor the moment of the potential before the rejection, but the man was impatient today.

The man said a soft “yes, that’s it,” under his breath. Damien took a moment to admire the shy cock trying to curl back under its owner. A thick main vein ran down the topside of the shaft, no doubt there to pump it full of blood and double its size when hard. Damien reached for Marcus’s cock like he owned it, hefting it in his hand and testing the girth with his fingers. It wasn’t at all sexual, it was like being graded for its quality of meat.

“It’s too big isn’t it…?”
“What?” Damian tilted his head, “No, it’s fine. I can absolutely fit it into a chastity device. By this evening, if you desire. I can have you locked up and safe and you can sleep tonight knowing you have been properly put into your place, just like you always wanted.”

Marcus’s jaw dropped. “What? Really? You’re serious. No one else has said that before!”
The man barked out a laugh. “Amateurs. You did the right thing by coming to me. A lot of boys don’t even know why they’re so miserable and have to be locked up forcefully before the clarity comes. You were smart, and figured it out early. That deserves special recognition.”
“Cause – cause, a locked boy is a happy boy,” Marcus blurted out the slogan he’d seen on the internet.
“Yes,” the man exhaled, looking pleased. “What was your name, Marcus?”
He nods, eagerly. “Yes sir.”
“You are a breath of fresh air Marcus. So wonderful to see a boy seeking a man out, instead of the other way around.”

Marcus beamed, a bit pink in the cheeks. “Thank – thank you sir. I just …I just want to be happy. I’m not happy. I still masturbate way too much, people keep assuming I’m a top, and feel so lost at bars. I don’t know who is safe, who is bad. I just need, really, really need guidance, but it’s so distracting having my cock just flopping around in my pants.”
Damian ruffled his hair and rebuttoned Marcus’s pants. “There there, it’s alright. No need to get emotional now. I’m going to fix this. I’m going to get you locked up, and I’ll make sure you get milked when it’s good for you, not when society flashes a sexy image you.”
“God, thank you Sir, thank you so much. I need this so bad…”

“You need a superior man to guide you, I understand,” Damian said, patting the bulge in Marcus’s jeans. “Come over tonight at 7. I’ll make dinner, then we can get you cleaned and secure and you can spend the night in case you’re uncomfortable and need adjustments.”
“Is it really gonna be uncomfortable?”
“It shouldn’t be no. It should be snug, to keep your dick small and your hard-ons restricted but sometimes the ring is too tight or your balls tingle because of pinched nerves. Eager boys with bad training often get erections because chastity devices make their dick hard. It can be scary the first time you try to get hard and can’t. I want to be there to reassure you.”
Marcus nodded, wide eyes locked on Damian. “7 tonight, Sir?”
“Yes. I have to prepare your room. I’ll text you my address. Go home and wrap up whatever you need to do today. Oh, and no masturbating.”
“Yes sir, wouldn’t even think of it. Thank you very much, Master Damien.”

Marcus wanted to kneel and kiss his feet, but they weren’t in that kind of relationship yet. He gave a polite handshake and ran back to his car, trying to control his beating heart. It was really happening. No one took him seriously when he wanted to do the impossible – control his sex drive – but Marcus knew better. He knew that not all men are created equal, and that the road to contentment is embracing your place in the hierarchy. He’d known that since he first saw a man and wanted to be dominated by him. Damian was going to be his keyholder to happiness. He checked his watch three times on the way home…7 couldn’t come fast enough.

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Text is fictional.

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by ccallenreese

I love you. I need you. I can’t sleep without you. You’re my rock, my anchor. Thank you for accepting me for who I am; and for understanding how much I needed an alpha male in my life to guide me and instruct me on how to be a better man. I will never be dominant or in charge, but that’s fine by me, since all I seek is your validation and affection and a spot in your bed at night.

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Text is fictional.

Hello I’ve come for some advise I’m trying to masturbate by only using my fuck hole I finger myself and get intense pleasure I feel close to orgasm but can’t reach it end up jacking off I want my primary source of pleasure to come from my hole and be a good 100% bottom boy

Hello I’ve come for some advise I’m trying to masturbate by only using my fuck hole I finger myself and get intense pleasure I feel close to orgasm but can’t reach it end up jacking off I want my primary source of pleasure to come from my hole and be a good 100% bottom boy

by ccallenreese

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First of all, you are to be commended for your devotion, your desire to grow and accept your place is powerful. Never doubt how this desire and understanding can truly give you the ability to change everything in your life.

I would say that the most important thing to remember is to be patient in this. You are breaking some very strong chains and cultural conditioning, and that doesn’t happen easily or quickly, but with patient endurance and daily effort, the chains will break and you will be free to be what you were born to be.

Now, some thoughts.

First of all, when working your ass pussy, try as much as possible to make your dick as irrelevant as possible. I find that wearing a jockstrap does a great deal in this regard. It keeps my meaningless dick hidden and that can help to keep it out of my thoughts.

Also, remember that one of the cultural conditioning aspects you are challenging is what an “orgasm” will be for you. For years, decades, you have defined an “orgasm” or “cumming” as the intense sensation and release which is connected to ejaculation from your dick. You are slowly reconditioning your body to experience a different form of “orgasm,” not the intense release, but the waves of pleasure which come from stimulating your ass pussy.

Allow yourself to feel that sensation, to experience it and, as you do so, consciously acknowledge that you are “cumming.” The more you do this, the more your body and mind will work together to give you that sense of “fulfillment” and “completion” that an ejaculatory orgasm used to give you. Eventually, you will stop thinking of “orgasm” as the end of the sexual act, and in this you will be open to multiple orgasms as you work your ass pussy.

At the beginning, you will find yourself needing to ejaculate to elevate the frustration that your cultural conditioning has imposed on you. A part of you will think that you haven’t finished yet, because you did not ejaculate. This will pass eventually, but in the meantime, if you absolutely must ejaculate, then only work your dick enough to bring this about, do it as quickly as possible and only working the head or gland of your dick, much as a clit would be worked. Even while doing this, remain focused on the sensation of your ass pussy. That is where your orgasms will come from.

In addition, while you are working on your ass pussy, imagine in your mind’s eye, the Alpha. Stay focused on His Cock, because that is all that matters at that moment. Imagine His Cock as it enters you, fills you. Focus on His connection to His Cock, and the pleasure His Cock give to Him as it fills you, as your ass pussy opens itself to His Cock.

Imagine His face, how His body responds to using your ass cunt. Keep in mind that this is not “sex,” but His power and dominance. Remember how His Cock, using your ass cunt, makes Him great, more powerful, more a Man.

As the sensations in your ass cunt grow, focus on the only orgasm which matters, which is His. Let your body and ass respond as you imagine Him cumming, shooting, feeling that intense release and amazing orgasmic joy which is His right as an Alpha. Soon, and with practice, you will feel the waves of an anal orgasm by imagining His powerful orgasm, a Real Man’s orgasm. In this, you will know that your orgasm don’t matter as much as His, and your body is at His service.

Keep working at it, don’t let the frustration get you down. You are on the right path, and you are breaking major chains, and reconditioning your mind and body after many, many years. But you are doing what you must and that is commendable.

Keep me informed, please, about your progress. We can all learn together.

Well, there’s this. Good learning guide for boys who feel this way.

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by ccallenreese

In that one moment, I saw a look on his face I’d never seen before. It was a mix of lust and possessiveness, his eyes smoldering like embers. He liked his lips like a lion about to deliver the swift blow to his prey. By reflex I tried to move back a little as he advanced on me – because it scared me a little, thinking what a man like that was going to do to me. But then he moved suddenly and kissed me and my arms went under me and I was flat on my back. He dropped himself between my legs and began to grind against me as he stole the breath out of my lungs.

I had just met this guy but I knew from the moment I saw him that he wanted to fuck me. He saw my body and saw something that was now his, and it was just something I should accept. I figured attempting a relationship would be postponing the inevitable fucking, so I just dropped pretenses and invited him into my room.

Up until that moment he claimed me, I thought it might have been a mistake going through with this. He was so strong. I’d never been with a man with such entitlement.. Any time I tried to do something with my hands, like touch myself or touch him, he would push them off and hold my arms to bed. Sometimes he’s growl a little, as a warning. He was in control here. I was his prize, and it was not my place to be challenging it.

The spark of fear excited me. I parted my legs open for him, showing my pussy to him. A dark look of carnal interest flickered across his expressive face. I began to wonder if that had been a mistake too, baiting him like that, but the fucking he gave me convinced me within seconds. He ate me out, opened me up, and used my hole for two entire hours. I had no idea a man could have that kind of stamina, that someone could fuck me so thoroughly – not just my ass, but my entire body resonated with each thrust from his hips.

And now? I don’t want anyone else but him. Not when I can be taken like that.

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Text is fictional. This is from the web series Hunting Season.

PSA: This is the last advertised day of my fundraiser~

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by ccallenreese

Mark stomped into his office and closed the door as politely as he could. “GodDAMN I thought that meeting was never going to end! Jesus. The Board can’t seem to deal with that fact that Cohen’s going senile. Even if Haim Cohen’s name is on the front of our building, it doesn’t mean he shouldn’t retire. Old man’s going batty.” He puffed out his cheeks. “Shit, I had so much to do this afternoon. I wanted to get out of here by 6:30 to make that concert across town but it doesn’t look like that’s going to happen. Yet again.”

“No you’ll make it,” I smiled, sitting on the edge of his desk.
“How?” he sputtered. “I have to itemize all my tax deductions, rewrite the proposal with considerations for the new third party, my inbox has likely imploded, not to mention IT keeps pestering me about swapping out my phone to the new ones they put in a week ago-” his stomach growled, interrupting him.

“Chinese food is sitting in that plastic bag to your right. I was going to put it in the fridge, but you said warm temperature Chinese food is better than reheated, so I left it. IT came and fixed your phone, I did your tax deductions – and I gotta say, I enjoyed categorizing ‘strip clubs’ under ‘business meetings’. I wrote the rough draft of your report, you can finalize it tomorrow morning. Oh and Steve’s wife went into labor, so he left, and I rescheduled his intern for him. Now, sit and eat before you fall over. I’m going to go make you some tea.”

Mark stared at me, a look of awe and incredulous worship on his face.
“Are you serious…?” he looked over and saw the new phone and knew I wasn’t kidding. “Oh my god, I’m going to get to see LCD Soundsystem after all. Christ, Theo, you’re the best assistant I ever hired.”
I smiled. “Just doing my job.”
“Do you want to go home early? Is there anything I can do for you?”
“A kiss would be nice.”

Mark blinked at me. I gave him a confused look. “A kiss?” he repeated.
I felt the color drain from my face. “Oh my god. Did I say that outloud?”
“Yes you did.” He reached out and grabbed my tie, pulling me up against him until I could smell him. Mark always wore this Chanel scent with these rich vanilla undertones that made my heart flutter. He pushed a soft kiss against me, and once I melted into him, he only gave me more and more. I pushed my tongue against his lips, seeking permission to enter. Mark still had his hand on my tie and he gave me a jolt and forced me back on the desk again, then pounced on my mouth and thrust his tongue into mine. I groaned into my boss, my fantasy of him dominating me slowly becoming a reality. Our kisses grew more intense, more hurried, as our underwear grew tighter, until we couldn’t breathe well and Mark pulled back.

We panted softly under the harsh office lights. My suit was rumpled and his cheeks were flushed.
“How…how was that?” he asked.
“Amazing,” I purred. “I didn’t know you were into men.”
“I’m not usually into men at all,” he admitted, “It just came over me. I had to stop or I was going to miss that concert.”
I blushed. “Well that was the nicest bonus I’ve ever received.”
He laughed. “Wait until Christmas. Now, if the offer is still open, I’d still like that cup of tea…I got Chinese food to eat and a concert to go to.”

I stood up and adjusted myself. “Coming right up.” My lust was fading. An impulse, was that all this was? I turned to leave his office. My hand was on his doorknob when Mark spoke up again.
“Theo – wait. Would you like to come over on Friday night? I’ll cook steak, we can open a bottle of red wine…maybe?”
I glanced over my shoulder. I could tell by the look on his face it had taken a lot of confidence to ask. Mark looked nervous.
“I would love that,” I replied. My chest felt warm as a smile bloomed on his face. “I’ll bring dessert.”
“You want to hear something funny?”
“What?”
“I might be a hoity toity office manager in fancy clothes, but my favorite dessert in the world is still rice krispy treats.”
“Awww,” I cooed. “That’s adorable. I’ll make you the best ones I can muster.”

Mark ran his fingers through his hair, sheepish. “I’d like that, actually. I’d like that a lot.”
“Good. Now eat your food before it gets colder. I’ll be back with your tea.”
He smiled at me, and dug into his beef and broccoli. Damn, I love my job.

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Text is fictional. The men are Dario Beck and Woody Fox, from an adult film called Diary of a Fox. More from the shoot here, and you’ll need spare underwear after.

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by ccallenreese

I was exploring the barn when I saw him. I froze in my tracks and gawked at the gorgeous cowboy reclining against a fence.

“So you’re the new cocksucker?”
“What?” I stammer, my jaw dropping. How did he know about that! I had sucked one cock at a bar a mere hour ago.
He smirks. His dark piercing gaze has me pinned in place. “Word travels fast in a small town. We may be old fashioned but we know how to appreciate a good male cock sucker around here. Especially since our last one was claimed by a bullrider from Oklahoma. Been without for a while now. I was sure pleased to hear you’d be workin’ at this here horse ranch.”

“Um,” I stammer. His lush, velvety voice with that slow-as-molasses drawl is very distracting, both upstairs and downstairs.
“You like suckin cock boy?” he asks.
“Yes,” I admit, scratching the back of my neck. ‘Yes’ is an understatement. The headspace I go to when I’m on my knees nursing their erections is my drug.

“Good. Now go pack the bag I left on your bed. No shorts, bring a sweater for night. I gotta go spend three days inspecting the perimeter of the property, checkin’ fences and all. Mighty lonely work.”
“And this is the company you want?”
“You bet your ass I do. Now, go pack. I saddled up a mare for you. Eleanor and I will wait.”

My gaze drifts from ogling his sculpted torso to the beautiful horse by his side – pure silk and muscle. Three days of riding through the brush, stripping nude and enjoying hedonistic pleasures at night? I swallow, and give a polite nod before running off to go pack. I’ll get his name later.

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Text is fictional. The model’s name is Alex and this was shot for Portal Gay de Barcelona. More pictures here.