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clinicallymoi:

An adorable submission from @subtle-butt-crack 

(This caption is 100% fictional. This is a writing exercise, and does not attempt to assume the identities, sexuality, or personalities of the people in the picture.)

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Hey Sylvie,

Thanks for your e-mail. Things are actually going SUPER well. I was so nervous for absolutely no reason. The first thing Jason did after meeting my mother was gush about her decorating and the house -without me even prompting him – and so she immediately fell in love with him. I could see the suspicion melt off her face. I think she was worried that Jason was going to be a super flame like my last boyfriend with the BIG theatre boy personality, and she was going to be uncomfortable since she’s just a quiet church type lady. I’m really proud of her for being so supportive and accepting of me being gay, despite what some people have said to her at church. I think showing her gays can be ‘normal people’ (as dumb as that sounds, lol) has really made her realize that it’s not a “lifestyle” and that we just want to be treated like any other person.
She told me later that before meeting Jason that she was 100% sure that she rarely ever met a gay person, but now that she realizes gays can be “normal”, now she’s not sure! I was so happy to hear my mom is so forward thinking.
And I know what you’re gonna say – aren’t I pretty normal? Yeah, unless I’m at a Madonna concert, but when it’s your own kid it’s different.

Anyway. Here’s a picture from the Broken Rock Hike near my house. Used to go up here all the time and smoke weed when I was in high school, lol. The leaves are super pretty this time of year. Being from Arizona, Jason had NEVER seen leaves like this close up – it absolutely blew his mind. He kept picking them up and gawking like a child. It was SO PRECIOUS. I took a thousand photos, lol. A nice hiker took this photo of us. Isn’t it sweet? I’m gonna print it out when I get home.
Makes me sad to think Jason was going to spend Thanksgiving at the dorms by himself 🙁 So sad, but he does get to go home to Yuma for Christmas break. My mom and I are helping him buy a ticket home – shh! It’s his present hee hee. I know Jason’s parents have it hard, with his sister being disabled, and the scholarship to Dartmouth is the only thing that got him to college.

He’s a really sweet boy. I really am falling hard for him. I know, I know, college crushes won’t last right? We’re just two years out of high school. But arg, look at that smile! I think even if we don’t work out, which I would be sad about, I *would* be pleased to know I helped Jason moved forward on his journey to adulthood, to independence, and uh, ya know, exploring his sexuality. I know you’d love nothing more than the details, but nuh uh. Won’t happen. I will say that he is such a cuddler though *wink wink*.

Anyway. Hope you are having a nice Thanksgiving abroad in Japan. Could you even buy a turkey there??? I heard on Christmas everyone eats KFC. Is that true? Send pics of your feast! I’m about to go eat ours 🙂

See you back at Dartmouth in January.

Love, and Happy Thanksgiving,

Caspian

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akalpha:

Anyone wanna take this pup for a walk?

“Oh no puppy, I know how this works. You want to go on walks, but you end up walking me.”
OJ gives me a look. “Nuh uh. I know how to heel and all.”
“But you don’t listen. We live in the woods. You see a bird or a squirrel or something and you’re GONE. It’s like doggy tunnel vision. Gone.”
“I’ll be good this time!” OJ insists.
“Nope. I’ve spent many times getting the leash pulled out of my hand. We’re going to do something new.”
“…New?”
“No leash.”
“No…?”
“I was going to save this to Christmas but…hold on,” I go upstairs, leaving him waiting, and then return down again. I toss him a box. He catches it, head a-tilt.
“Is this a shock collar?” OJ gasps.
“It is,” I smirk. “Very mild. It’s not a real dog product, but a novelty sex toy, so it’s not very painful. I tested it. This way you’ll obey me and not get lost in nature or run into traffic.”
My pup stares at me.
I smirk. “They also make a version that goes around your dick, you know. Would not even have to remove the chastity cage.”
“I’ll be a good pup,” OJ says quickly.
“Good!” I say, clapping my hands together. “I was hoping you’d say that. Go change for your walk now, and I’ll unbox the collar.”
My pup gulps. “Yes Sir.”

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temptingdominance:

When you’ve waited all week to be with him.

Let me tell you something – that Metallica cover song was right. I’ve fucked here, I fucked there, I’ve fucked every fucking where. Cars, planes, trains, hallways, parkways, driveways, in alleys, under bleachers, in closets… got caught more than once, but when I was in my prime, I let absolutely nothing get between me and my craving for dick no matter the risk. Sometimes I’d get lucky and get actually fucked, but I think most of those times were just furious frottage or forbidden blowjobs. I mean, why jerk off when you can play with ANOTHER dick at the same time? I mean why on Earth would you ever.

I kind of missed the vanilla stage, and you know, it’s weird because the older I got the more I found myself circling back to it. Hell, it was weird enough realizing I kept circling back to the same guy. And then I did something super weird and moved out of my drafty artsy loft for his suburban house. I expected myself to eventually go crazy, snap out of it, then run to Europe clutching my chest in relief as I took E and sweated in a crazy warehouse party. After a year, the fear of this went away. Just because we moved into a house didn’t automatically mean I couldn’t go to the clubs anymore. Why on Earth did I think that? We still went, and regularly at that, and oh yeah we took E. And poppers. And whatever else.

Being taken is weird. If you can’t have sex, you have to wait. And you know how much I do not like jerking off – so sometimes the wait can be agonizing – but goddammit when you have been waiting all week and you finally get time for the real good sex? Oh my god. Knowing you and a naked guy have nothing to do until 8 am the next morning is such an exciting thing.

And you know what a learned? Fucking in a bed is actually the best place to do it. My partner laughed when I told him this. I think I’m gonna have to do him a favor and screw him in a few alleys and against a few trees or something until he sees things on my level. He needs to appreciate that fucking in this bed is awesome.

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whisperpup:

castrokinky:

Real time view. @whisperpup

I’m ready for a paddling sir

Master folded his arms. “Ready for a paddling? But you haven’t done anything wrong.” He loved teasing his boy.
His boy sighed in exasperation. He looked up, noticed a glass of water nearly empty on the nightstand, and pushed it over. It hit the soft carpet and didn’t break. “There. Punish me.”
Master raised both eyebrows. “Naughty boy! Bossy, messy, naughty boy. You definitely need to be punished for all of those things.”
“Yesss- Wait. All?”
Master went to the cabinet against the wall and extracted a pair of handcuffs. He secured his boy’s hands behind his back, then pulled his legs out from under him so he was flat on his stomach. The boy squeaked in protest. Sir tugged off his underwear, and threw it over the water seeping into the carpet. When the worst of it had been soaked up, Sir balled up the boy’s underwear and pushed it into his mouth.
“mph!??”
“Bad boy,” Sir stated.
“mm mmm MMPH!” his boy protested.
“Oh don’t worry you’ll get your spanking,” Sir said cheerfully, picking up the paddle.
“Mmmph!!”
“Oh silly me, I forgot something.” Sir tucked the paddle under his arm and went into his clothing drawers. He pulled out an itchy wool sweater and strolled back to the bed. “Need to put something under you so you don’t leak on my leather pants!”
The boy groaned from behind the gag and regretted challenging a man who had handcuffs and lots of evil ideas.

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“That’s it, sweet boy. Fill your nose with the smell. Let it override your senses. Fill your thoughts with it. Imprint it upon your memory. Feel the warm against your hand. Put your thumb right under my shaft, feel that pulse. Do you feel it?”
He nods and exhales a long ragged breath. “I do, I feel it, Sir.”
“That’s where all the blood rushes in when I see you in need. It makes me incredibly hard, makes my cock swell up huge, nice and straight, so I can fuck you. You want me to fuck you?”
“Oh yes Sir! Want your dick, want it in me so bad….smells so good.”
“Do good boys or bad boys get fucked by their keepers?”
“Good boys.”
“And what makes a good boy good?” I guide his hand so it’s ever so gently cupping my balls.
The boy whimpers, resisting the urge to squeeze – or press them against his face through the fabric. “A good boy is an obedient boy. A horny, chaste boy, who follows the rules and makes his keeper proud.”
“Very good, boy,” I say, emphasizing the ‘very’. “And have you been good?”
“I tried very hard to be Sir!”
“And are you chaste and horny?”
“So very horny Sir! My cock aches to be let free, to cum – to have an anal orgasm triggered by your penis inside of me…” he looks down from my eyes to my cock and loses his trail of thought.
I caress the back of his soft head. “Good boy,” I purr. Using the controller in my other hand, I turn on the vibration in his plug. The boy moans in ecstasy and sweet agony.
“Oh SIR!” he cries, leaning against my leg. “Oh Sir, oh god oh god yes!”
I smirk. “Move your hips. Spread your legs. Once you begin to drip, then I’ll fuck you.”
Instantly his knees slide apart and he begins undulating, trying to push that sensation against his prostate. He is making a lot of noise, lidded eyes half closed. “May I suck you?” he asks, ragged.
“You may,” I agree, having to try very hard to make myself wait for his ass. He must drip first.
The boy pushes up my shorts on one side, finds my cock head, and latches his lips around it like a hungry lamb. The sight of him suckling on me while moaning and writhing with his tightly caged red cock on display for me? My body did not know to react to how aroused it made me, and my cock did not even know what to do except grow and ache. I moaned and shot down the boy’s open throat – but my cock did not soften at all. It was saving that load to be deposited in a tight and warm place. My boy had earned that.

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temptingdominance:

King of the Pillows.

I stood by the bed and smiled. My birthday boy had stripped out of his clothes and apparently just couldn’t stay awake long enough to put on some boxers to sleep. My 30 year old boy, passed out like a 3 year old. He was sprawled over the entirety of our white-comforter, completely naked, and still wearing that silly crown Martha gave him. I reached out and caressed the perfect curve of his ass with my fingertips. What a flawless creature. I didn’t want to disturb him. My hopes of getting post-party birthday sex would have to wait until the morning though – hopefully with the crown on. For now though, I took it off and set it on the nightstand.

I threw my robe over the chair and turned off the overhead light so just the table lamp was on. I gently prodded him and he whined at me, protesting the entire time I tried to push him up to get the comforter out from under him. When I had freed it, I only had a small window of time to get under it and pull him towards me before he passed out again.

Once he felt me though, he scooted up and clung to me like a barnacle. I sighed at the sensation of his cock bumping against my leg. My own cock stirred, and I silently chided it. My boy rested his head on my chest. I was right up against the edge of the bed, but at least I wouldn’t fall off. Good enough. I kissed him on the forehead.

“Good night, my precious birthday boy in his birthday suit.”
“Gnite,” he grunted, barely audible.
I turned out the light.

The next morning he was plenty recharged. He was babbling about his presents and how much fun he had and laughing over the Instagram photos. It wasn’t until after breakfast that he finally calmed down enough where I had a moment to sneak in a kiss and convince him to come back upstairs to bed. The crown was waiting on the nightstand, and just like I hoped, he put it on while he rode me.

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Alastair tugs on my sleeve. I tear my gaze away from the dancing revelers to look at him. He jerks his head slightly – as much as one tends to do when they have horns jutting out of their head that can injure someone. I raise an eyebrow and follow him away from the bonfires, the howlers, the witches trying to teach the drunk vampires their social dances. Alastair takes me over to the wooden tables where had our November Feast to celebrate another successful Halloween. All of the scraps had been cleaned up by the little dragons long time now. We are alone here, the woods to our back. The light from two full moons above us lit Alastair in a silvery glow. Small fairies left lazy trails of lights as they weaved in and out of the branches. Oh so romantic.

“So…” I begin, leaning on the counter, thrilled to be alone with him – finally.
Alastair looks at me and smiles. “I don’t know if you can tell, but ever since you got those tattoos with your latest evolution, you just look so unbelievably stunning that I keep staring at you?”
I blush. Only Alastair makes me show my emotion so easily. “I noticed a little,” I admit. “I don’t look weird?” I ask, holding out my arms.
“No, I love your hands black,” Alastair murmurs, taking my hand and kissing the back of it. His charcoal hair falls in a curtain around his face, tickling my wrist and arm. “Honestly, when I look at you, I am mostly just stumped that you stuck around to love someone like me.”
I scoff. “Don’t give me that nonsense.”
“No, I’m serious.” Alastair insists. “I hadn’t realized that I was putting on the personality people expected from me. They all know me, who my dad is, who we are, and they want me to live up to that expectation. You just stuck around for three years, loving me hard enough to teach me that I could be the demon I really wanted. I am so very lucky to have your affection.”
“Aww Alastair,” I sigh, pressing my hands over my robes, over my heart. I swallowed the lump in my throat. I open my mouth to say more but he put a hand up.
“At least let me say I love you,” I insist.
His face softens. “I will never tire of hearing that.”
Seeing him let his sarcastic, cocky guard down is such a rare thing that it makes my heart swell. “Alastair…”
“I uh,” he pats the pockets of his long coat nervously, the metal decorations jingling. “I just -um, don’t think I really show you enough that I care.” He takes something out of his pocket and thrusts it out to me with both hands. “I want you to have this.”
My hands fly to my mouth as I gasp. “Alastair, I can’t take that!”
Alastair looks at the jar holding the sliver of moon, shakes his head, and sets it on a wooden table. “Taking or not, that’s not the right word. It’s yours, Saphrael. You were coveting the prize since the Counsil announced it yesterday. Looking at it all love’sick. Honestly, you should have won it. You found that stray soul I could not. I wouldn’t have found it before the barrier closed for another year. I know you didn’t say anything to avoid embarrassing me, but you should have won it. Plus, it would make me happy knowing it was cherished.”
My chest hitches and I gently pick up the bottle with both hands, the pointed tips of my nails clinking against the glass. In it, the sliver of moon sparkled and shone. I sigh deeply. It’s truly beautiful. Rare as a meteor. As long as I kept it in the sun, it would never lose its glow. A symbol of love if there ever was once. I tuck it in my robe pocket over my heart and brush tears out of my eyes with my sleeve. “Thank you Alastair.”
“You are welcome.” He sighs in relief and wraps his arms around me. I lift my wings so he could get around my back. I press myself up against him, enjoying the sensation of the hard glass between us. Alastair, all six and a half feet of him, feels like a strong tree against me. He kisses the top of my head. “There is something else too…”
I nuzzle his collarbone, enjoying the faint smokey scent clinging to him. “Hm? What is it?”
He begins to pet my wing distractedly. “I think I finally have the courage to ask my father if he would approve me mating with you. But I have to ask you first, duh.”
I pull back from him and stare at him with giant eyes. “Alastair Mephistopheles, are you spinning elven yarns?” The sight of him nervous and stammering and flushed at the base of his horns makes my knees weak.
“No, I’m not – I, I – I want you,” he whimpers. “I want you to rule next to me, and to give you eggs that you always wanted and-”
I can’t help it. I throw my arms around him and press my lips against his hard, trying to burn my love into him like a brand. Tears stream down my face. “Yes, Alastair, a thousand seas, yes!”
He coughs out a laugh of relief and releases the air he was holding in his chest. “Holy hell, I thought I was going to faint asking you that!”
“I’m – I’m in shock you did!” I squeak.
Alastair pushes his hair over the side of his head, making it go everywhere. "It wasn’t until I actually said it out loud did I actually convince myself I did the right thing. I don’t know why I find it so easy to lead in the bedroom, but I am so scared of fucking up our relationship.”
I kiss him again. “Oh don’t you worry. You are doing everything right.”
“Oh, that’s good,” he chuckles. “Cause I still might faint.” He quickly brushes tears away from his eyes. “Now just to just tell my dad…”
I take his hand. “We’ll do it together.”
Alastair looks relieved. “Thank god.”

A deep howl punctuates the air. Dawn is an hour away. “I think you have to go officiate the closing ceremonies soon,” I note.
Alastair sighs. “I don’t want to officiate again this year. Why do they always make me do it?”
“Cause you look super hot up there orating and making fire come out of your hands?”
Alastair gives me a look. “You are biased. Any demon chick or baby orc can do that.”
“I’m sitll right,” I insist.
He chuckles. “So biased. What I really want to be doing is to take you to my chambers, make you that tea you like, and make love to you from dawn to dusk.”
I raise my wings a little in interest; goosebumps break out everywhere. “I would like that. Especially since I’m wearing that pretty bit of metal you got for my birthday this year…”
That gets his attention. “What? You are? Like right now? You’ve been wearing the ring this entire time?”
“Yes,” I say non-chalantly.
“You mean while you were collecting?”
The corner of my mouth lifts and I shrug. “Being a bit aroused makes my senses heightened. My powers weaken a little when I cross the barrier. It keeps me strong.”

Alastair’s eyes glow like embers. “Fuck, that is just unbelievably sexy.” His hand gathers my robe at my thigh and pushes it up so he can slide it under. “I think they can wait a little longer.” Alastair dips his head and begins to kiss my neck as he grabs my ass and pulls me against him. I put a hand on his horn and thrust back against him. “Y-yeah,” I stammer as the bottle presses into my ribs. “They will have to wait. Dawn’s a while out yet. “Mmm goodness you are hard in your breaches.” The scent of burning cedar fills the air, which by now, gets me randy automatically. I’m pretty sure what we are about to do will be brief. Alastair will want to take his time with me later, and I am fine with that. I don’t want to wait to celebrate becoming his!

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Captions are fictional. Oh yes, m-preg, I went there.

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inordertobetterserve:

maxxie1129:

butt grabbing is very important in a relationship

Very

He’s watching Netflix on his tablet, on his belly. You’re reading the Wall Street Journal, propped up on pillows. Lazy Sunday morning in bed. Your eye drifts up to those tempting curves wrapped in grey cotton. They have shape now. They didn’t used to. Moving into a condo unit with a gym on the ground floor has been paying off. You decide your boy needs to know you’ve noticed. You lean forward a little to take a drink of water, just so it looks like you have an excuse to be moving. You set the water down, pick up your paper with your left hand, then reach over with your right and squeeze that firm meat. The boy’s ass tenses under your hand, and he looks over his shoulder at you. He raises an eyebrow. “Hey,” he says.
You give him a smirk and lean back with your paper. “Hay is for horses,” you reply, adjusting your glasses and turning the page.
He shakes his head and goes back to his Netflix special. Ten minutes later, a hand reaches up and squeezes your bicep. You glance over at his grip, then flex. He squeezes hard and rubs it, trying to hide a smile and look forward at the same time.

God he’s just the most precious thing. You bend to the side and kiss his fingers. That makes him look up at you.
“Hi,” you mouth, knowing he can’t hear you with the earbuds in.
He pops them out anyway. “What are you doing teasing me like that?”
“I can’t help it,” you say, “You make me want to kiss you.”
“Oh really? Cause if there’s kissing happening I want in on that…”
“Oh really?” you reply, mimicking him a little. You bend over the same time he pushes himself up and you meet for an awkward kiss that has you bumping noses and giggling.
“That’s not working,” he notes.
“It’s really not,” you reply, setting the paper aside and pushing his lifted shoulder down so he naturally rolls on his back. You set his tablet aside, pausing to pause it, and swing your leg over so you’re straddling his form. You have his attention now, eyes alert and glittering. You gather his hands and pin them into a pillow. He licks his lips like he’s nervous and you bend over and claim his mouth properly in a deep kiss. A groan percolates in his throat. Suddenly you can’t remember what that article was about, and you feel pretty stupid for reading that the whole time you could have been doing this. When was the last time you made out like teenagers again?

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sir2u-boy:

you know, sometimes I just lay back and think “fuck it’s good to be me”

“Does that whole ‘fuck it’s good to be me’ mentality include the part where I just want to worship and suck you and have you fuck me because you’re so hot?” I ask.
He looks at me with that entitled smirk I love so much. “It does now. That part is pretty nice. Matter of fact, I think my refractory period should be about over. I’m going to fuck you again right now.”
I rub his bulging bicep. “My ass is yours to use when you desire Sir.”
He raises an eyebrow. “Of course it is. Your ass would just be a regular butt if I didn’t grace it with my cock. And you will show me gratitude for elevating your status as my bitch.”
I squirm as I’m getting very horny, “Yes sir. Of course Sir.”
“Now get the lube and ride me. I’m comfortable and don’t want to get up.”
“Yes sir, of course Sir. May I clean you with a warm washcloth before hand?”
A pleased smug looks crosses his face. “You may. I would enjoy that. My cum is all dried on from the last time I put it up you.”
“Should I offer a plug so it stays in this time?”
“What a smart considerate bitch! Gosh, I wish there were more boys like you.”
“I don’t,” I say under my breath.
He hears me anyway and raises an eyebrow. “Why not?”
“Cause then I’d have to compete with them for you.”
An honest look of fondness crosses his face. “What a lovely thing to say about someone. You definitely factor into the it’s-good-to-be-me mentality now, for sure.”
I blush and feel warm all over. God I love his attention! Every, sticky, sweet, sexy, drop.

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