“Please God, send me a good Master. I’m very scared but very excited about the upcoming auction so if you were on my side it would be reassuring. I have been a good boy and completed my training with top marks; it was hard and frustrating and at times, painful or I was left sore, but I didn’t complain. I’ve been well behaved, so please bring me a good Master to serve. I want to go to good home, so please, God, please. I hope I am good enough.”
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Post is fictional.
The house fag wants a cock in his mouth, the man wants to watch the game on TV. Mouth-fucking him makes the game even better, as it gives Him something to enjoy during commercials. Win/win situation.
A subtle, late night ballet reblog for all you lovers of feet and dancer’s calves. This taut, pointed foot belongs to Daniil Simkin.
Spin cycle!
It’s important to keep your slaves clean. If they’re in chastity, it’s a good idea to remove the cage once in a while and completely scrub them from head to toe. Shaving is optional. This is also a good time to inspect your property for any acne, ingrown hairs, odd looking moles, or ingrown nails.
For a fun evening, invite a friend and his slave over as well for a group shower. Things will get steamy fast!
David Bushman, North Carolina Dance Theatre.
A Southern Boy with European class.
This is the last late night dance reblog tonight.
Exclamation!
His feet are stairsteps! Dancer is Greig Matthews; photo by Ronnie Boehm Photography. Here’s another one from the series.
Getting ready. He knows everything must be perfect, not a thread out of place, not a wrinkle in his leggings. As a male ballet dancer, he has to fight harder for the right to wear shoes with ribbons like all the girls he admires with dainty feet. These shoes were custom made to fit his wider feet, but he can’t help feeling the ballet world will only accept this breach of tradition as long as he is triumphant on stage. A second off his time, a slip, a fall, a forgotten step and he won’t just be a disgrace, but he’ll be a disgrace in ribboned shoes… there will be whispers he should have just stuck to men’s slippers or danced barefoot, like the men should and always have. No, he won’t let that happen.
Especially, especially, since the man he’s worshipped forever will be in the audience. His hero, his role model, his god. Now, he must let go of his ego, his worries, his stress, and just…dance. And dance he will.
(Photograph by Vincent Chine; model unknown. Caption is fiction.)
(Just three late night ballet reblogs tonight.)
God, he’s so pretty.
This is dancer Robert Bolle again. He is pretty isn’t he? With his little chest constellations, firm pouty lips, soulful eyes, and arms sculpted like sand dunes, he could break your heart or say the the cruelest, cutting words about your body and you’d still cling to every honeyed word he says. Fortunately for you, judging by he look on his face, Robert is on the cusp of ravishing the next person who comes along unconscious… and I can’t help but feel he’s looking into a mirror here.
(Btw in case my new followers were wondering what that explosion of ballet pics were – that was one of my late night ballet reblog sessions. Do love the dancing men. This is the last pic for tonight~)
Strings pulled tight.
(Robert Bolle, shot by Milan Vukmirovic.)