“Does this please you Daddy?”
“Oh yes boy…it does very much. Just what Daddy wants to see when he comes home from work. You’re too beautiful to wear clothes, boy.”
“T-thank you Daddy. Do you want me to get the lube for you?
"Yes. Good boy.”
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Jamie Nix
Canada’s National Ballet School
photography Kyle Farquhar
Last late night ballet relog because I love a man in anything that looks cherry flavored – and he has such dainty ankles too.
This looks like Santa Monica beach and under the pier! Why is he never there when I go, I’m sure I would have noticed.
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.)
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Dancer: Sidi Larbi Cherkaoui
Photo by Alain Hanel
(Just a couple late night ballet reblogs for you guys…)
I might wear leggings and slippers to work, but I am strong, and I am beautiful, and I am confident. I am a ballet dancer and proud of it.
Chase Finlay is a born-and-bred American boy who dances for the New York City Ballet; there are plenty of videos at the source too. There is something so captivating about this shot; his legs look as if they were carved from powder blue pastel sticks and his torso is an ideal inverted triangle shape. He’s got a great smile, too, definitely a boy you bring home to meet Mama.
(The caption is fictional, btw).
National Ballet of Canada corps dancer Francesco Gabriele Frola, second soloist Brendan Saye and corps member Asiel Rivero. © Sian Richards.
I almost fainted scrolling through this
Oh, the last photo is breath-taking!
Yousef spends a good hour in the tub twice a week practicing his ass jiggles in the mirror, the same way a ballet dancer might watch herself stretch in front of one. As the club’s #1 go go dancer and boy-for-hire, Yousef’s entire life revolved around his status as the best power bottom in the club. He took mesmerizing men with his amazing ass very seriously.
If one of them wanted to take him home after, he had to be be able to live up the standards. He had to be able to go from power bottom mode to pussyboi mode in seconds; they expected Youself would make their eyes roll back in their heads from way he was massaging his cock with just his butt and draw every drop of seed out of their balls. It wasn’t unusual for Yousef to make rent in one night, but that ability didn’t come from raw talent – it was lots of practice, lots and lots of practice.
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Post is fictional. Guy is Billy Santoro. This short Vine clip is the source.)
In case anyone tells you that not a single man has ever looked good in overalls, you show them Robert Bolle making them look good enough to model on a runway. Oh Robert, you would look fuckable even in a potato sack!
(Google Translate says this is from Trittico Novecento from 2012.)
