Filthy Sub, covered in my piss and mine and his cum!
Wow that sub has a huge cock. Strange to see a boy in cuffs handling his own cock though, feels like it should be locked away where he can’t get to it…
Tag: cock and balls
Locked, denied, feminized, and perfect. Since this boys they can’t fill out big boy underwear anymore, or cum like a real man anymore, his underwear must be replaced with panties.
Sleeping at my parents house for a night, nearing the milestone of being a f-ing month in chastity! I never imagined I would last that long, craving a good milking from the first week.. Guess the cage does its job well.
PS: Yes, that’s a big stuffed crocodile, don’t judge, I like to cuddle.
Congrats on a month in chastity! You’re looking good, keep up the discipline. Oh and totally not judging your crocodile, good to have something to cuddle with when the boyfriend isn’t there.
Btw , if you use your parent’s camera again remember to make sure you delete the pics.
Just a quick little tease. Testing out the GIF feature.
Careful, you flash that enough around alpha males they’re going to think you’re trying to initiate some sort of mating ritual and go after your hungry little ass.
“So that was his neck, let’s see about the arms now… wow, 55 inches from shoulder to finger tip,” the doctor calls out to his assistant who jots it in the slave’s dossier. “Damn, this boy has some really long arms. He’s either headed for the orchards or to be tied to a king sized bed. Check these boxes Reginald – ‘long limbs’ and ‘might require oversized furnishing’.” Reginald did so, then patiently waited for the doctor to measure out the numbers for his waist, cock, and leg length. Having already been photographed for the catalog, the new slave was then sent on to be shaved, fitted with a cock cage and collar, and put back in the stable until evening exercise and dinner.
Long after he went home for the evening Reginald couldn’t stop thinking about that boy with the long arms, how graceful and beautiful and strong he was. Very obedient, patient. After working in this job for two years, the visual of naked men wasn’t instantly arousing as it used to be for Reginald. He was a small man though, and often fantasized about being taken advantage of by a bigger, stronger slave who had rebelled. Not that he’d tell ever anyone, of course, but the idea of being held down and jacked off by those long lean arms stayed with him for weeks.
If he saved up he could have purchased a slave like that in a couple months time, but he resided in a simple apartment in the city square. A tall, long-limbed slave was meant for Masters with land and space. Reginald was content with this. He liked to see the new meat go to good homes. In time, new boys would be paraded through the doctor’s office, and Reginald’s fantasies would have new fuel.
He hired me to shoot commemorative photos of his graduation from the The New England Conservatory in Boston. He said he wanted at least one picture of him with his violin where he didn’t look exhausted. I asked why he selected me because although I’m a portrait photographer, I normally do artistic nudes, bathing suits, homo-erotic, and other fashion related gigs. He said he liked that my subjects looked “real”. I had no idea what that meant, but I accepted it as a compliment anyway.
Shooting a violinist was a fresh challenge though. Violins are only held one way – under the chin to one side, so there’s really two poses: that one, and clutching the violin in their arms. So boring. We shot at least 300 pictures in those poses and nothing was gelling. My client began to look restless. I sensed he was considering if it was too late to ask for a refund. Running dry on ideas, I decided to resort to what I know best – the human body.
“Why don’t you take off your clothes?" I suggested, then had to supress a laughing after I saw the expression on his face.
"Are you serious…?” he gaped.
“Yes, absolutely, I shoot artistic nudes, not class pictures. You told me you work out at the gym so your arms are nice and muscular – the lighting right now is perfect, nice and soft, we don’t have to even adjust anything. I think it’d work better than the sweater you’re wearing. It doesn’t make good shadows.”
I could nearly hear the gears in his head. “I’m…I can’t show this to my mother…”
“Well, we took a million photos of you looking quaint in a sweater with the violin, send her one of those. I’ll give you a deep discount on the rights to this picture.” He was still thinking, so I decided to close the deal. “Besides, the violin doesn’t play itself right? It’s just wood and rosin and …stuff… You’re the genius here. I was hired to photograph a violinist wasn’t I?”
A sly grin spread over his jaw. “Persistent aren’t you? You make a point. Alright. I’ll do it. But if these get out on the internet…”
I scoffed, “And ruin my reputation? No thanks.”
He set down the precious, expensive violin in its case then methodically undressed as if he was at the gym. I provided a chair out of frame for his clothes. When his underwear slid off, I tried not to gasp. or stare. or ogle. Well, look at it, really. He had a much bigger penis than I would have guessed, one of the biggest I’d ever seen on a man. I am glad he couldn’t see me blushing behind the camera.
He muttered something about being happy to get rid of the sweater as the lights were making him hot as he picked up his violin again. Initially, he was shy and tried to cover his crotch with his instrument.
“No no no, that’s…that’s gross. Seriously, your violin isn’t sexual like that. Raise it up, above your head, high! High yes! Drop your elbow. Other elbow.” I set the shutter off in such rapid fire succession that it sounded like I was emptying a magazine clip. “Shift your weight to one hip…god, beautiful!” My inspiration went through the roof; suddenly I was excited and invigorated and barking out lots of new directional cues until he slid into just the right jaunty pose and I knew we had a winner.
I told him to relax a moment and popped the card into my computer to check. While glancing at them in thumbnail mode, I noticed an obvious different from the first and last picture as his cock had began to lift from between his legs. He was getting hard under the attention. It was impossible not to be aroused by this. Stupid day to not wear underwear. Oh man..then it saw it. THE picture. His eyes were closed by accident, but it was meant to be.
When I came out of my office, he was playing a pretty little melody.
“We did it,” I announced, “I got the best photo of you…wanna come see it?”
“Sure!” he didn’t seem to mind his nudity anymore and jogged over to my computer. I showed him it and he turned red all over. “Wow… my cock looks huge in this…”
I laughed, “I think it looks artistic. You have a really gorgeous body. I mean…as a gay man myself, I’m a little jealous.”
“You’re…gay?”
“…What, it’s not obvious?”
He waved his hand at me. “I have terrible gaydar, anyone will tell you,” then went back to concentrating on the photo, “I really like the look on my face. My hair looks cool.”
“Yes yes,” I agreed eagerly, “I also like how the violin is half out of frame. It’s not the focus of the shot anymore. You are.”
“Yes. I …I really love it. It’s going to take some getting used to, seeing myself nude but… you really captured how I feel when I play. When I watch videos of my performances, it looks like that.”
I wondered how he looked when he was orgasming. Ugh my brain was not behaving itself. “Thank you, I really appreciate it. Well, I think we’re done for today. You can get dressed now…if you want.”
He raised an eyebrow at me. “If I want…?”
Color rose to my face. “I um. Er. Sorry, that just slipped out. Sorry. Not professional.”
He sat on the edge of my desk, “You want to touch my cock don’t you?”
“You’re my client, that is not how I do business!” I stammered.
“Oh come on, I saw your eyebrows go up when I took off my pants. I know a reaction to a big cock when I see one. Come on, I’m really happy with your work…take a tip. Literally."
When I didn’t say no, he got up and shut the door trapping us both inside the office. I’m so glad he made that decision for me, I couldn’t wait to stroke it, pet it, arouse him – of course, I had to take pictures of him in heat. Needless to say, he got batches of erotic photos for free. Also, I learned a valuable lesson that day in cleaning cum off my camera lenses.
From then onward, anytime he needed photos taken he’d call me. Afterwards, we’d always go into my office to review the photos, always with the door closed. It went on this way until he called me one day, asking to shoot his engagement photos. I made them do nudes too.
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Post is fictional. Model is the interestingly named Czyz Otto. Watermark has been photoshopped out; the photographer is the super talented Tom Silk. Lotta beautiful dick in his portfolio.
How humiliating to be kept only locked and naked, but put in mitts as well as if to say he doesn’t have any decorum at all in keeping his hands off himself. Maybe this is why he’s allowed to keep his hair, a small gesture to humor him, to give the illusion that he’s still a grown man in control of his own body. However, if you look at his other pictures of him in a collar and diapers you can tell he is happiest when he is helpless and has to rely on someone else’s care and whims. That lock is metal after all….doubt it’s coming off for a long while. The hair will go eventually, along with the rest of his old identity.
Rasmus grew up into a fine, beefy stud of a man, but a part of him still liked to be babied and coddled. Julian knows just what his boy needs. He makes sure Rasmus gets the morning milk he needs to start his day, always warm and fresh from the source. Rasmus is too old for bottles, but this is a fine substitute. It brings him comfort. Julian loves to watch him and gently stroke his hair while he sucks, often with his eyes still closed.
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Post is fictional. Can’t find the names of these hot lads.
Three excellent examples of well-behaved, locked up, disciplined boys.
#boysshouldbelocked
My boyfriend says all good submissive boys should be locked boys. He says full balls and perpetual horniness is doing my part so we can focus on the best kind of love and sex. He was right! On days he works all the time though, it frustrates me nearly to tears because I just want to be fucked so badly but I have to wait for him to come home. As a good boy, I know masturbation is forbidden and I could easily get carried away with all my toys so it’s best wait for my boyfriend. He always knows what’s best for me.
Still – I get super impatient when he works late, so sometimes I record video messages to show him what he’s missing. I make sure that nothing gets cut out, that my pussy and my balls are easily on display and tempting. I also make sure to turn around and show him how much I’m swollen in my cage. Even if he’s super focused on work, my boyfriend won’t be able to think of anything else but fucking my eager body after seeing the videos and he’ll just have to come home. Sure, it’s devious, but half of his responsibility in dating a chaste boy is making sure I’m content and milked too.
Still, I get hornier the more I wait though! I wish I could hump the bed like I used before he locked me up. I have to do something to keep my mind busy until I hear the key in the lock. Now I just look at porn and work myself up more until I’m forced to greet him at the door dripping pre-cum. If you ask me, I think he prefers it that way. :3
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Post is fictional – this boy is so cute!