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“Oh man this is so weird! Is this why girls don’t like not wearing bras? I get it now. It’s so weird having everythin’ jiggle round down there,” Daniel complained.
“Oh you get used to it. I think it’s kind of nice to have the breeze…” Todd said, walking very carefully. He was just relieved Daniel couldn’t see the outline of his chastity cage against his kilt!
“Fuck, I think I’m sticking. Am I sticking to my leg? Hold on,” Daniel muttered. He pulled the kilt and got a look. “No, I think it’s fine… fuck, this is too weird. Can’t wait until the holidays are over now.”

Todd tried not to stare at Daniel’s penis. It was so small! Todd knew if his boyfriend saw that, he’d lock it up too. A cage would look better than what Daniel had down there anyway now. Todd made a face. That was a weird thought. Why did that turn him on? Daniel never turned him on before. They were best friends, and Daniel was straight. But…Todd was pretty sure his boyfriend would love having two boys instead of one to hold keys for…fuck, why was that hot? Todd shook his head. Being unable to jerk off was messing with his brain. One thing was for sure, Todd was really glad he couldn’t get an erection right now. It’d be really noticeable in a kilt. Plus, that line of thought was stupid anyway.

…Wait a minute, Todd thought, what if I could find a woman to hold a key for Daniel? He really needs to be locked up…he’d be so much happier, I’m so sure…

But why was he so sure? Todd didn’t know. He would have to ask his keyholder tonight.
“You want to stop and get some Irn-Bru, mate?” Daniel asked.
“Uh sure, Todd said, snapping back to reality. That train of thought would have to wait.

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by ccallenreese

Seamus held his breath as the comet traveled upwards, leaving little sprinkles of light in its wake. Then, it exploded into a thousand speckles of white. He screamed and covered his ears in shock.
John tore his eyes away from the spectacle to look at Seamus, his brown furrowed with concern. “Are you ok?”
“I just – oh my god!” Seamus laughed. “It’s so loud! Fireworks are ridiculous!”
“I can’t believe you haven’t seen fireworks before,” John marveled, putting an arm around Seamus.
“Well, not a lot of 4th of July celebratin’ going on in ol Ireland,” Seamus noted. A trio of explosions went off and he gasped. “Oh it made a spiral thing!”
John smiled. He had a hard time deciding what to watch – the fireworks show or Seamus’s face. He had been smitten with that charming, shy boy who came to study at Harvard from a distant, green place. Every since John had spotted Seamus in the library, he’d been infatuated. When John heard that Seamus didn’t have any plans for the 4th of July, he insisted that he come with John for a picnic on the roof of his dad’s work building. They could see nearly every firework in the city of Boston.

And it was just Seamus and Jonathan, up on the roof, all by themselves. Seamus squeezed John’s hand tight and squealed. “I love this!”
John squeezed back. “I do too. Ah, look it made a heart!”
“It did!”

They snuggled close, watching the show. After the display wound down to just puffs of colored light, Seamus looked at Jonathan. Jonathan swallowed. They were so close. Jonathan gazed at Seamus’s handsome face, admiring his sweeping cheek bones and strong nose, and those light brown eyelashes that went on forever. He felt himself lean in toward Seamus as if pulled by a magnetic force. Their lips met, and a swell of happiness filled Jonathan from head to toe. He couldn’t remember a time in his adulthood or life when he’d felt the bliss of love so fully, or experienced a kiss that left him feeling like he could float.

They parted. Jonathan licked his lips. Seamus tasted like flag cake. Seamus was blushing hard. “That was my first kiss in America.”

Jonathan was about to respond, when a long whistling shriek caught their attention. They both looked up as a massive firework exploded in a shower of red, white, and blue. They both jumped at the noise.
“In ainm Dé!!” Seamus shouted in surprise.
“Wow!” Jonathan said at the same time.

The finale left them both captivated and slack jawed as the pyrotechnicians let off everything they had left. When it was finally over, they could hear applause ring all over the city. Jonathan joined them, whooping and clapping.

Then, it was over. They gathered up their picnic, the roasted chicken and potato salad and green beans that Jonathan prepared had almost all been eaten. The two held hands as they rode the elevator down to the first floor.

On the sidewalk, Jonathan called a Lyft despite the price. They dawdled and talked until the car finally came. Seamus pouted after their goodnight kiss. “I had a lot of fun tonight, Jonathan.”
Jonathan glanced at the car, and at Seamus’s face. “Would you like to come back with me and stay the night?”
Seamus brightened. “You mean it, lad?”
Jonathan rubbed the back of his neck. “I don’t want you to go,” he admitted.
For a moment, Seamus looked like he might cry. “Me neither.”

They got into the Lyft together, and went back to Jonathan’s place. They went on to make their own fireworks that night.

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Captions are fictional. Happy 4th of July.

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by ccallenreese

milk-me-hard:

It’s been 6 days now since Sir @perceptivedominance put on my HolyTrainer so it’s time for an update.

The fit is great, the ring is tighter than my old one so it stays put, it looks super pretty and now there two black cocks in the house 😋

On the downside, the morning boners increased threefold so it’s hard to get a good night sleep. The material is a little harder to clean than metal so it smells like pee a lot as well as all my undies so it’s a good thing i’m filthy!

Now, the main part of my experience revolves around horniness! Being out of chastity for 2 or 3 months was actually harder than i thought it was. my sex drive was getting dangerously low and i wasn’t feeling as submissive as one should be when serving a Sir like mine! 😍

Since putting it on i literally cannot control myself! i am horny 24/7. i wake up thinking about sex and i go to bed thinking about sex! i dream about sex and even on a day like yesterday when i got fucked for 4hrs + all i could think about was getting more cock!

It’s very distracting yet very welcomed because i really do love sex and not having the drive was affecting my mood a lot!

i also feel a lot more fem and sissy with it! i see it as my clit! i don’t really wanna play with it except for the fact that cumming would stop the horniness for a while but i would rather embrace the fire in my hole and indulge it!

So overall amazing buy i don’t regret it for a second despite the price tag and Sir is very happy with me too 😉

I swear this sounds like something I would write. This is even better because it’s real!

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by ccallenreese

“Mmmn.”
“Is that bad or not?” Atei asked.
“Hush,” Ro said.
Atei held his tongue, but he was nervous. He heard of carpal tunnel impairing musicians and writers, and he knew the rest of his life would never reach its potential if he had to deal with this hand pain… Atei slowly became aware of a strange warm feeling, but it seemed to be coming from inside of him.
“Wha? That feeling…”
“Hush,” the healer said again.
Atei felt scorned and held his tongue. The heater never burned him, but it was strange feeling the temperature move around like a small fish swimming in his bones. Then, it vanished.
The healer released Atei’s hand and he pulled it back on reflex. “…Well?”
Ro smiled at him and it made Atei uneasy. He knew Ro was far, far older than he looked, and only someone of tremendous skill and strong blood could do that. All the rumors he heard as a child were probably true. Deep down inside, sorcerers freaked him out

Ro smoothed his pants. “It’s not permanent.”
Atei exhaled in relief.
“You are making a mistake I see in a lot of young witches, male and female. When you summon, or cast, you tense your whole hand. Probably your whole arm. Some misconceived notion about how it makes you feel stronger. But the elements and the spirits don’t care if you’re tensing your hand. Your concentration and focus are much more important.“
“I tense?” Atei said, bewildered.
“A lot of young people do this after watching like, television and movies. The good guy powers up or something and his veins bulge all over as he screams and yells.”
Atei chuckled. “I know what you mean.”
“You’re putting too much stress on your casting hand. Considering you also use that hand to write and jerk off with-”
Atei choked.
“You need to be gentler to it, or you won’t be able to gain the skills you need to join a coven.”
Atei nodded, still in disbelief that such a disciplined man would say such a vulgar thing.
Ro went on. “You need to relax when summon or casting. It’ll be hard for you to retrain yourself, but if you want the pain to stop, you should.”
“Yes sir.”
Ro nodded. “I’m also going to give you some herbs to make a hand soak.”
“Yes sir.”
“And no casting or summoning for three days.”
Atei groaned. “I’m going to have to skip class tomorrow.”
“Yes. And-” Ro pointed a finger. “No jerking off with that hand.”
Atei blushed. “Hey.”
Ro snickered as he stood up and went to go gather the herbs. Atei watched him. He moved in an odd way that was almost uncomfortable to watch. Ro seemed to float, as his head and body didn’t move up or down, but his feet moved forward anyway. He also dressed in a mismatched way, wearing an old woman’s plum-colored cardigan and black shimmery leggings. Ro kept his hair long and braided.
As he waited, Atei massaged his hand and glanced around the parlor room. Everything in it looked incredibly old – the furniture, the little ceramics on the shelf, the dried flowers, the books, the wallpaper.
“Thank you for waiting,” Ro said, startling Atei.
“Ah, you’re back already.”
“Yes. It’s fairly easy to make.” Ro handed him a paper packet, then explained how to make the soak while Atei took notes on his phone.
“I think that’s all then?” Ro asked.
Atei felt the corners of his mouth pull. “You haven’t told me what the treatment is for not being able to jerk off.”
Ro raised an eyebrow. “Use your other hand.”
“But shouldn’t I worry about it getting sore too?”
Ro raised the second eyebrow. “You want me to prescribe you a tonic that will make you feel like you’re in heat right now? You’ll cum the sheets without doing a thing, and if you don’t get fluids you may die of dehydration by the third day.”
Atei’s eyes went wide. “Uh not right now no.”
Ro laughed. “I may have another offer that you may approve of more…”
“I won’t die?”
“Not likely,” Ro said, crossing his arms with a knowing smile.
“I’m listening.”
“I could relieve you.
Atei stared at him. "Is that a professional thing healers do?”
Ro shrugged his plum shoulders. “No. It’s not. But I’m old and weird and everyone’s scared of me. I know you like men. I though I’d ask anyway.”
“…Wait, how did you know I liked men?” Atei demanded.
Ro waived his hand vaguely. “Oh come on, I’m a sorcerer and you don’t think I have gaydar?”
Atei had such a blank look on his face that Ro covered his mouth and laughed. “I love messing with the young witches. It’s too easy. Well, sorry if I offended you. Good luck with the hand. Your school’s insurance will pay for the bill.”
Ro bowed his head and turned to leave.
“No, wait,” Atei heard himself say. “…I’d like to take you up on that.”
“Oh?” Ro said, one eyebrow up again.
“I know, I’m young. And still learning things. But you are fascinating. And odd, yes. But fascinating. I can’t say no.” To Atei’s delight, he got the healer to blush a little.
“Fascinating. Hm. That’s just a polite way to say weird.”
“Odd,” Atei corrected. “But unique. I like coming here,” he admitted.
Ro tilted his head. “Now you’re the odd one.”
“Hey.”
Ro waved again. “Do your hand soak tonight, and come back tomorrow evening. After dinner.”
“After? Why not before?’
Ro folded his arms. “I’ll be busy all day tomorrow during the day. Some student turned their classroom walls inside out. Should be a good challenge.” Ro yawned.
Atei cringed. “Yeesh. I’ve screwed up, but never that bad.”
“So, tomorrow?”
“Tomorrow,” Atei repeated.
“Good. Take care of the hand. You know where the door is.” Ro waved and floated inside the house. Atei sat there a moment, wondering what just happened. Getting jerked off by a sorcerer was going to be scary, but Atei had a feeling it would be incredible. He wondered what it’d like to feel that heat-swimming-in-your-bones feeling in your cock. But there weren’t bones in the cock. Hm. Atei scratched his head. “Ow, damn hand…” He pressed the herb bundle to his nose. It smelled sweet, yet minty. “Let’s hope this works.” Atei had a feeling it would.

[To be continued.]

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Captions are fictional. One of my readers asked for a story about witches or sorcery or something, and this is what I came up with.

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torontopup:

www.recon.com/torontoslave

Seems a bit nervous he will be seen getting sucked.

“You’re an idiot. We’ve been going on ‘bro trips’ for years. Since high school! And now our wives are off having ‘girl’ trips. They don’t suspect a thing; no one suspects a thing. Besides, what are we doing that’s so wrong? It’s not cheating. Or gay sex, for that matter. It’s just a blowjobs. Our wives aren’t into them, so how else are you going to get one?”
“Uh-”
“ Yeah, that’s what I thought.”
“But-”
“Dude there’s NO one out here. You think Martha’s up on that hill with binoculars? The only thing that’s going to see you is a hawk. Focus. You get too soft when you’re distracted. If you still winge about it, I’ll stop blowing you.”
“No no, that’s…yeah you’re right. I’m freaking out over nothing, and you are really good at that.”
“Thanks man. Appreciate it.”

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fuckyeahdudeskissing:

Fuck Yeah Dudes Kissing. A place to see men kiss on Tumblr. Submit a kiss.

There’s some important quiz thing you’re supposed to be taking, but you hate chemistry and you’re much more interested in physical reactions than chemical ones. Mainly, physical reactions named after elements like Peter, the strong jawed rugby captain of your high school team. Hot studs like Peter were always straight and resigned to fantasies of bulges in jock straps and fooling around in the shower.

You always showered in gym after most guys in your gym class left because you couldn’t bear the sight of all that hot, young cock strolling around the locker room. Teenagers are often far too casual with their nudity – boys especially – and you couldn’t take it.
But day after school you were showering, late as always, and Peter had stayed behind to run some laps after classes. Of course, he walked in on you jerking off in the shower, holding a jockstrap some kid forgot about. Humiliating.

Except – Peter then asked, in a nervous voice, if he could join you. You didn’t know what he meant by that, but it soon came about that he wanted to help you. you nearly fainted from nervous apprehension, but if Peter was curious about other guy’s penises then you were of course going to let him explore yours. Of course. Duh.

Peter though, was a wild boy. You fell totally under his spell. You both gave eachother an outlet for sexual energy, and Peter was spilling over with it. So when he texted you to duck out of class in the middle of a test so you could make out in the boy’s bathroom? Of course. Duh. It’s only a quiz. You could make that quiz up later when your thoughts weren’t full of Peter’s hardness in his slacks searing hot and throbbing against your hand.

You had a bit of an issue explaining to your parents why your chemistry grade dropped from an A to a B though.

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“Oh hey look at this.”
“What?” Luke grunts, walking over to where his friend Sam is disrobing their latest catch. He stands over the two, chewing his sandwich.
“He’s wearing these grocery store sweatpants, yet he’s wearing this Ambercrombie boxer briefs with these stars on them.”
Luke snorts. “Not one for fashion. They’re kind of cute though.”
“Yeah, they kind of are. Not smuggling a lot in there though,” Sam says with a snicker.
“Good. Hate when my property has bigger dicks than me.”
“You hate when anyone has a bigger dick than you,” Sam reminded.
Luke made a face as he chewed his food of begrudging acceptance.

“Well, guess I should cut them off now.”
“It’s kind of be a shame to ruin good underwear like that though,” Luke noted.
“Yeaah…”
“He’s still out though right?”
“Yeah,” Sam replied. “Gave him a good dose. That last one woke up too early and I cut him doing this, so don’t want that to happen again.”
“Well, I’ll help with his feet and we’ll take em off ok?”
Sam agreed.

Luke shoved the rest of his baloney sandwich in his face and helped Sam with the boy’s feet. They stripped his underwear off, then pulled it off his ankles. “There,” Sam said, holding the fabric in his hand. “…God he’s got like two inches soft there. Hope he’s a grower.”
“Not too much of a grower,” Luke noted. “Can I see those a minute?”
“Sure,” Sam said, tossing them to Luke.

Luke caught them. “Thanks for the new underwear,” he grinned, getting up and walking away with them.
“Hey,” Sam laughed. “Your cock won’t fit in there!”
“If it doesn’t you can have them back,” Luke retorted.

Sam shook his head at Luke’s antics. Well, the boy was stripped now and the fun could begin. At least, while it lasted. You could only make a career out of kidnapping boys of the internet to fulfill their fantasies for so long. Sam got up with a groan as his knees cracked, then went over to a small table where he picked up a stopwatch and started it. Hopefully he’d get two days in before the police got up his ass. That Detective Halpern in particular needed a really good lay. 

“Hey Luke, what kind of underwear do you think Halpern wears?”
“Oh, tighty whities for sure,” Luke said with a laugh. “Fruit of the Loom.”
Sam laughed back. “God I can totally picture that.”

A moan came from the floor. “Oh hey,” Sam said cheerfully. “Star Boy is waking up.”

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Prequel to this.

Jaime sat up on the hospital bed, groggy. He looked around, confused. No chaos. No mess. No trays and carts. Where was Laura? Where was CJ? And how did he end up in bed? Jaime swung his legs over the edge just as CJ appeared in the doorway, holding a small bundle in his arms.
“Hey,” CJ said, his face lighting up. “You’re awake.”
“Yeah. What happened?”
“You fainted.”
“Oh,” Jaime said, his ears turning red.
“The doctors said that wasn’t that uncommon. I almost did too.”
Jaime didn’t answer immediately and scratched the back of his neck. “Was…everything ok? With Laura and the baby?”
CJ grinned. “Laura’s sleeping. She’s fine.” He walked over and sat next to Jaime. “Meet Silas James. 8 pounds, 1 ounce.” Jaime heard CJ’s voice crack. He passed the bundle to Jaime, trembling slightly with nervousness. “Here. Happy Father’s Day, Jaime.”
“Oh my god,” Jaime breathed, taking their little one in their hands for the first time. “He’s so little. So tiny. So adorable. He’s totally passed out. Aw, lookit these little fingernails!” Jaime sniffled and looked up at CJ. “He’s ours?”
“Yes.”
“That’s just…that’s just…amazing.” They exchanged a kiss.
“Hey uh CJ, wasn’t Father’s Day like four days ago?”
CJ laughed. “Maybe. So Silas took his time getting here. All that’s matters is that he’s here. And we can still celebrate.”
“Yes,” Jaime agreed. “That’s all that matters. I just…I can’t believe it you know? Finally getting to hold him. Nearly three years of paperwork and home visits and interviews, and then Laura shows up like a guardian angel and makes the most selfless decision on the planet. I don’t know how I’ll ever be ever to thank her. If Silas was mine, I wouldn’t be able to hand him over.”
CJ put an arm around his partner. “That’s because you want a baby. Laura is 19, and would have to give up a full ride to college to raise him.”
“We got lucky.”
“We did.” Jaime sniffled again. “Shit, I’m crying.”
CJ chuckled and pulled Jaime close, kissing him on the temple. “We got eighteen years ahead of us. Think we can do it?”
Jaime nodded quickly. “I want more than that.”
“Well, if we play things right, he’ll stick around and take care of us when we’re old.”
Jaime raised an eyebrow. “You are too hot to get old.”
“Oh come on. I’m a Dad now. Dad’s aren’t hot. They’re cool. I’m a cool Dad.”
“Oh pfft. Good luck with that.”
“I can play video games. I got this.”
Jaime shook his head, smiling. “Sure you do. Hey if you’re ‘Dad’, am I also ‘Dad’?”
CJ thought. “Not sure. You want to be Dad 2?”
“Would Papa work?”
“Yeah,” CJ said, kissing Jaime on the temple again. “It would. Aww look, Silas yawned. Are you awake? Can you open your eyes and see Papa for the first time? Or you can sleep. You can sleep all you want. We’ll be right here.”

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kc-alpha:

Surrender to Him

“You like that. Don’t answer that, it’s not a question. Instead, listen to me, boy. Pretty boys like you submit to men like me. That’s a fact. Whether or not you believe it is irrelevant. You’re going to offer your pretty body to me, and I’m going to take it. I’m going to plunder you so hard you won’t be able to walk for a week without feeling me thrusting inside you. And you’re not going to whine about it. In a week you will come back asking me for more. Even if I gave you time, you would eventually come sniveling to me unsatisfied and needy. So I’m going to take what is mine now. You’ll be even more beautiful when I am done.”

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