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“Cassidy, it’s lunch time.”
“Mm. Don’t come too close to the hammock.”
“Why?” Giovanni asked, giving Cassidy a little push.
“Uh oh.”
“What?” Giovanni asked, smiling.
Cassidy reached out and grabbed his arm. “It’s got you.”
“What?” 
“The hammock monsster’s gotchoo now,” Cassidy said. “Run, Run Gio!”
Gio laughed. “What are you talking about?”
Cassidy pulled his boyfriend’s arm closer to him.
“Hey let go~”
“Nope, sorry can’t. The hammock monster has you.” He pulled Gio forward so he was off balance.
“Hey you’re going to make me fall!” But even as he said this, Giovanni was crawling into the hammock to keep himself from falling out of it.
“Save yourself Giovanni!”
“Cassidy~ No, stop. We’re going to flip!” Gio laughed. He found himself on top of his boyfriend, both of them struggling to stay balanced”
“The monster’s got you for good! You are a helpless prisoner!” 
Giovanni had to admit the monster had him good. Cassidy had wrapped his sweater-clad arms around him tight. They both tried to stifle laughter as their legs dueled for space. “I’m pretty stuck aren’t I?”
“See if you just listened to my warning…”
Giovanni chuffed. “You are silly. What  about lunch?”
“Mnn lunch. That’s a problem. You know the hammock monster is only satisfied by one thing right?”
“What?”
“Cuddles,” Cassidy said matter-of-factly.
“Mmn, I think we can defeat this monster then.”
“Good,” Cassidy said, tightening his grip. “Cause you are so warm.” He nuzzled his boyfriend’s scalp. “Plus you smell good.”
Giovanni smiled. “You are so affectionate today.”
“Cause you’re adorable. And I cherish you. Now be quiet and let me snuggle you in peace. Lunch depends on it.”
Giovanni giggled again, “Ok Cassidy. For the sake of lunch.”

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jeanbaptistehuong:

© JBH/BVD-2014 – Paris (France)

Bastien

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Thắng returns from his errand to the post office and frowns when he walks into the house. His husband is sitting in front of the muted TV, cheeks tear-stained. He’s never left for work. Hugh loves his job and hates missing a day. 
“Honey?”

Thắng

says softly. “Are you ok?”
Hugh shakes his head and exhales softly. “No.”

Thắng

glances at the TV. The news was playing. “Is this about what happened in Paris last night?”
Hugh nods.

Thắng

sits next to Hugh and brings the tissue box. Hugh appreciates it, and after blowing his nose, reaches for

Thắng’s hang.

Thắng

squeezes it tight. 
“I was just so stunned last night. Paris is just right across the Channel from us. It just didn’t seem real you know? I went to bed thinking I’d wake up and it was all a bad dream.”
“But it wasn’t,”

Thắng

says softly.

Hugh is quiet for a minute. “Marcie and her boyfriend where there on vacation. Her boyfriend didn’t make it. He was at the cafe.”

Thắng

gasps softly. “The blond she was dating?”
Hugh nods softly and pushes tears out of his eyes again. “Marcie was injured but she’s fine. Physically, at least. I saw her post on Facebook.” 

Thắng

tries to think of something to say but Hugh keeps going.
“It’s just so stupid! It’s just so pointless, so senseless! I mean – why? What does ruining her life have to do with racial Islamic extremist goals? I don’t understand. And the more I think about it, the more sick I feel,

Thắng. And I feel so selfish, cause all I can think right now is if I lost you.”
“Oh honey,”

Thắng

says helplessly, pulling Hugh into his lap in an awkward hug. “But that didn’t happen. You’re here. I am here. It’s a beautiful day here in Manchester. You can’t think of the what-ifs or you’ll go crazy.”
“I feel so helpless. Do we have any control over our lives? Or is each day a miracle that we don’t die in such random accidents?” Hugh sniffles and rubs at his eyes with a tissue.
“Maybe. I think we get into small accidents all the time, but we are incredible survivors. The chance of being killed in something severe has to be so low. I mean – we survived birth. That’s the hardest test to pass isn’t it? 
Hugh shrugs.
“If we lived in fear of horrible things happening all day then we wouldn’t live our lives at all right? I mean you have a much higher chance of dying in a car crash, but that doesn’t stop you from hesitating to get into yours does it?”
Hugh sniffles and released a ragged breath. “I guess not.”
“And no matter how safe of a driver you are, it does nothing to prevent someone from senselessly plows into you. The best thing you can do is just be safe every day and be grateful for what you have, and accept what is out of your control. That’s all you can do. Some things are just out of our control.”
“I’m so sad for Marcie,” Hugh replies. “I don’t know if she’d be comforted by those same words.”
“The guilt over the what-ifs will be hard. Nothing will take that pain away. Only time will lessen it. Supporting her and letting her know she’s not alone in her grief is the best comfort we can give her.”
“I feel silly crying for a man I barely even knew.”

Thắng

clucks. “I’m sure his family wouldn’t feel that way. Also, I think, part of you is mourning for Paris too.”
Hugh snuggles against his husband and sighs. “I love you so much. If anything happens to us, I want you to know that. Even when we have fights and I hate you for two seconds, I still love you.”
“I love you too, Hugh.”
“Can we do something for Marcie? or her boyfriend’s family?”
“I think that’s a very nice thought, Hugh. Let me go talk to her on Facebook and I’ll see what I can do ok?”
Hugh nods. “I think I’m going to go back to bed. I’m exhausted. I was up all night watching the news.”

Thắng looks surprised. “You were?”
“Yeah. I got up after you went to bed. I couldn’t sleep. I was thinking of the bombings in Beirut and the people in Paris. The death toll kept going up and up…”
“But it’s not going up anymore,” Thắng reminds. “The healing process begins now, right? These terrorists want us to live in the present, fear. The most defiant thing we can do is keep moving forward.”
Hugh gives Thắng a loving look. “You are an amazing person for being so positive in a time like this.”

Thắng kisses Hugh on the temple. “I’m just a regular person, Hugh.”
“Just a strong one.”
“I wasn’t always this way. Growing older has taught me a lot of things. So has being married to you,” Thắng answers.
“Good things?”
“Yes.”
Hugh squeezes Thắng’s hand. “I like being married to you too. Can you help me up? My foot’s asleep.”

Thắng helps Hugh to his feet and he shakes his foot awake.

Thắng guides Hugh to the bedroom and puts his husband back to bed. 

Once tucked away,

Thắng walks back to the living room, sits in front of the TV, and unmutes the news. In only a few minutes he begins to cry. Hugh was right, it wasn’t fair, and

Thắng would go insane if he lost him. All they could do was acknowledge their luck and keep moving forward.

Thắng

brushes the tears off his cheeks and reaches for his laptop. Moving forward and helping others will make the healing process go faster.

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The text is 100% fictional. I felt like writing something in response to the attacks on Paris last week. Source of the photo is listed above.

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I heard growling and came into the room. My pup was possessively defending his bowls from our cat, Prissy. I was surprised. Prissy didn’t care about anything besides when she was fed and the five minutes when she wanted to be petted a day. Yet, two days after I got a pup, it seems she had taken interest in the new addition to the family. Or in her mind, a new interloper in her territory. She clearly was not pleased that my pup was getting more food than her, and a nice big piece of chicken at that. 

I folded my arms and leaned against the wall, watching it unfold. Prissy came closer. Boxer growled. His tail wagged as a warning. Prissy looked at Boxer, then knocked over the water bottle I’d set there. Boxer looked astonished. I smothered a laugh behind my hand. He popped up, barking incessantly, and Prissy bolted. Despite the tail plug, Boxer went after her in a hurry. I found them in the next room, Boxer barking in front of the sofa, where Prissy was hiding underneath. 

I was wheezing from laughing so hard and had to pull Boxer away by his jockstrap. “Leave it! Leave it baby! Let her stay there.” He growled at her some more, then tossed his head high with a “hmph” and let me guide him back to his bowl. I mopped up the mess with a towel and Boxer ate the rest of his food in peace.

It wasn’t over though. Later that night, Boxer dumped his dinner water bottle on Prissy’s head. I only punished him a little. I admired his ability to not be outranked in this household by one stuck up cat.

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Text is fictional. (This was a submission! Love it.)

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brief12h:

Relationship goals.

“Breakfast is served Sir!”
“Holy crap, look at that.”
“Waffles, poached eggs, blueberries and cream.”
“That looks delicious as it is unhealthy.”
Roland laughed. “That it is.” He sat the plates down, then put the cream down, and went to refill his boyfriend’s glass.
Tyge smiled  “I never used to look forward to breakfast until I started dating you. Especially after hot nights…”
Roland beamed. “Thank you. I love to please. I also like those hot nights”
Tyge took a big bite and groaned. “Mmnmm. Damn good.” He took a drink. “Speaking of your need to please…”
“Hm?”
“I like having you around,” Tyge began. “I’d…like you to stay around more. Like, in my house.”
Roland was paying attention now. 
“It feels stupid that you don’t live here. I’d like you to move in with me, and take care of me like you do now. I’d take care of you, if you continued to cook like this because damn I love your cooking. Also well…I have to admit, I’m falling in love with you and I want to see your smile every day.”
Roland blinked, his jaw slack. He put his fork down and bit his bottom lip hard. “Tyge Clay Daniels.” He held up a finger to get his emotions in check. “You continue to be the sweetest, most considerate boy I have ever had the joy of dating. And what’s the best about this is, is that you get me. You understand me. You don’t make fun of me that I like domestic stuff, you even encourage me, and you just make me feel so good about myself. I would love to move in with you. Oh god, I’m going to cry.”
Tyge chuckled. “There there, it’s ok.” He leaned over the table, cupped the back of Roland’s head and kissed him. “Don’t get tears on your waffles now.”
Roland laughed. “Yeah soggy waffles are gross.” He dabbed his eyes with the napkin. “Oh this is exciting! We can sleep together every night, and I can bring you tea in bed .. maybe not wearing anything..”
Tyge raised an eyebrow. “I would be very open to that idea.”
Roland smirked. “I bet you would. It’s going to be a long process to move in here but…I’m really happy Tyge. Thank you. Thank you so much.”
“No, Roland, the pleasure is mine.”
“More waffles?”
“Yes please!”

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“Hi there, Gideon. How are you feeling?”
“It hurts,” he said, matter of factly through clenched teeth.
“Can you tell me where it hurts?”
Gideon pointed to his side. “Hurts real bad.”
“Alright, that’s steady then. Nurse Mendez’s preliminary evaluation points to possible swollen appendix. We are going to do an ultrasound to confirm.”
“Like…I’m pregnant? I’m not pregnant. I’m a dude.”
I glanced at Nurse Mendez who is smiling at me.
“I see Nurse Mendez is already giving you a taste of some pain killer.“
“It’s …nice,” Gideon agreed. 
I checked his vitals while he relaxes. “Blood pressure’s good, Let’s get the tech in here.”
Gideon looked at me. “Hey.”
“Yes?” I asked, making notes.
“You are really hot.”
Nurse Mendez smothered a laugh.
I felt my cheeks grow warm. “Me or Miss Mendez here?”
“You,” Gideon insisted. “Like the pain goes away the more I realize it…damn you are really hot.”
“Thank you Gideon,” I said, trying to polite. “Let’s focus on your medical care ok?”
“Mm you can be my doctor any day.”
Nurse Mendez giggles. “Aw cute, you made a new friend.”
Gideon continued. “I’m gay you know, so I am a good judge of these things.”
“Nice to know you’re feeling better,” I said.
“Hey. Since I’m here and like naked under his gown, you should check to make sure everything down there works.”
Nurse Mendez had to leave she’s laughing so hard.
“Gideon, we’re here to treat your appendix.”
“Mm you can treat me any time,” Gideon slurred. 

The pain medication made him doze off and we were able to get an ultrasound. His appendix looked like shit, so we rushed him into the OR. Normally I don’t follow up with patients for operations that simple, but Nurse Mendez told me that Gideon was asking.

When I walked into his unit in intensive care, Gideon lit up. “Hey, it’s the hot doctor.”
I blushed. “You are clearly feeling better, Gideon.”
Gideon gave me a sheepish grin and rubbed the back of his head. “I’m sorry if I was kind of inappropriate with you. I get that way when I’m drunk too.”
I check his vitals while we chat. “Well you gave the nurses plenty to tease me about for the next year.”
Gideon laughed, a beautiful sound. “Well…you are hot. I can’t stop thinking about you. I was being obnoxious and you were being so kind to me.”
“A lot of times, patients that come in here are sick and being sick makes them act in different ways,” I responded. “You learn to focus on taking care of them and not making it personal.”
Gideon plucked at his blanket. “What if I wanted to make it personal?”
I tilted my head. “I make it a policy not to date patients.” For some reason the words came with a hesitation and a bit of regret. 
“Well….I’m getting discharged this afternoon. I won’t be a patient then. I mean, if I happened to bump into you in let’s say a bar somewhere-”
I laughed. “A bar? You just had major internal surgery. Are you really feeling that much better?”
Gideon beamed. “Yeah, I feel amazing. A bit sore, but amazing. My appendix had been bothering me for a few days before I came in.”
I stared. “Why did you wait?”
“Cause I thought it was a stomach ache…my roommate is into an Indian food kick and oh my god, it’s so spicy.”
“Is that so?” I asked, amused.
“…Do you like Indian food?” Gideon asked.
I was impressed by his persistence. I tucked my pen in my pocket. “I really like curry.”
Gideon lit up. “There’s a great Japanese curry place like three blocks from my apartment…”
I shook my head. “You don’t give up don’t you?”
Gideon chuckled. “Nope. I’m not letting you slip away.”

I’m not really sure why I gave him my phone number or why we played phone tag for the next few days. However, it was a good thing we did. I was able to detect that Gideon’s incision was infected and got him to go back to the hospital right away. 

I of course, had to go visit him in intensive care.
“My my Gideon, did you miss us at Royal Medical so badly?”
Gideon grinned. “I got impatient waiting for a curry date.”
I peeked at his incision site. “Oof, that is angry looking. We’re gonna get you on intravenous anti-biotics pretty quick here.”
“Are you going to be my doctor again…?” he asked, hopeful.
“Yes, Gideon, I will.”
“Good,” he said. “Then I know I’m in good hands.”
I gazed down at Gideon’s angelic face. “You need to get better soon or I’m going to get curry without you.”
He tried to sit up and I kept him down. “Stay down Gideon.”
Gideon slouched back. “Really? You mean it? Oh come on, now you’re teasing me cause I can’t leave the hospital!”
“You’re the one with an infection, not me,” I pointed out. “Blame it.”
Gideon smirked. “You could still do a testicular inspection on me to kill time.”
I choked on my spit and coughed. “Randy little thing aren’t you?”
Gideon laughed. “You are so fun to get a rise out of.” The nurses came in and our conversation got interrupted. 

It was another five weeks before Gideon was well enough to get curry with me, and he was right, it was damn tasty. But the company was even better. 

Gideon looked much more attractive cleaned up, in regular clothes. I found myself drawn to his brash, forward behavior…attracted enough where I wanted to see him again. And again. And then he spent the night. 

Now every morning, I see the scar on his abdomen and stroke it with my finger. I promise myself he will never end up in my ER again. I know I’m powerless to stop that, but some part of me wants to believe that Gideon has paid his dues to

Asclepius

and now he is mine forever.

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Text is fictional. Picture is a stock image but I couldn’t find the source. The picture was hosted on ABC news’s website.

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I had a crush on Cody forever. He was so adorable, yet so shy – the founder of the programming club at our small community college and also a member of our archery team. It took me forever to befriend him and coax him over for ‘movie night’. It was blistering hot and our AC crapped out, so my apartment was sweltering. It was Cody who surprised me and asked if we could just hang out in our underwear. Uh, no, I did not mind.

Around 3 am, Cody askd if we could just share my oversized queen bed instead of him crashing on the sofa cause he was sticking to the leather. Again, uh, no, I do not mind. My heart was racing and I was terrified of getting an inappropriate boner. Luckily it waited to spring up until after the lights off. Cody was very brave and gave me a good night kiss, and it took me forever to fall asleep because I could not stop thinking about how much I loved feeling his soft firm lips against my own. I was excited for what the morning would bring. I ran through lots of fantasies about morning wood, showers, kitchen foolery…

It was past 4:30 when I reached my cock. I had to clear my head so I could sleep a little – but then everything began to shake. The bed, the walls, the ceiling, it all creaked and rolled. I kept still, waiting to see if it was going to be The Big One or not. Cody woke up with a shot. He cried out into the darkness, fumbling in the sheets, panicking.

The earthquake subsided, just a small 4.8 passing through. I’d forgotten Cody had only lived here for a year, fresh from Iowa, not used to California peculiarities I quickly turned on the lamp and began to work on reassuring him, grabbing his wrists and talking to him in a soft soothing voice. He was not immediately convinced that there wasn’t a bigger quake coming and we were all going to die. I was concerned that Cody was sweating, his eyes dilated and chest fluttering.

Eventually, I pulled out my phone and found a thread on Reddit to show him that others in our area were underwhelmed by it it too. The epicenter wasn’t anywhere close. I prevented Cody from having an anxiety attack but he was nervous. I swallowed hard, gathered my courage, and pulled him into my arms.
“Don’t worry,” I said, “I’ll protect you.”

How exactly I planned to do that against a quake, I don’t know, but it sated Cody. He pushes himself against me, seeking safety and reassurance in my arms.
“You’re a good friend,” Cody admitted softly to me before falling back asleep, pressed against my chest. I was only awake a bit longer, just long enough to ponder how warm and sweet-smelling he was before drifted off. 

Lo and behold we woke up like that, tangled, morning woods trapped in our underwear.  I was awake for a long while before Cody, just appreciating him and enjoying his presence while I dozed in and out. Eventually Cody woke up.

Initially he was embarrassed about his cock being hard, but when I whispered, “mine is too,” Cody seemed to loose some of his shyness from the night before. We rocked together for a bit, Cody pressing into my thigh; then he rolled over on top of me and we began to kiss. My world began to spin far harder than it had shaken last night. I snaked a hand around to cup his ass then all bets were off. We spent all morning making out, humping, eventually tossing away our sticky underwear so we could play skin to skin.

I never thought I would be thanking Mother Nature for getting me to first and second base. God bless that 4.8.

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Text is fictional. I feel like I posted this already… anyone know who these cuddlebugs are?

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At Gayday at the local ski resort, a rather opportunistic boy roams the dining hall hoping to find a sugar daddy to pay for his lift pass for the winter.

He’s heard of cash fags before and decided to make things benefit him the other way around.

It normally works. Rich, lonely men can’t resist having a hot body to warm their beds after a long day on the slopes. All the boy has to do is walk in wearing nearly nothing and carrying cocoa and suddenly they don’t mind paying for that lift pass. It’s really not a bad way to spend the winter, being a snow bunny. Now all he has to do is find someone to bless his season to enjoy his presence. Shame his last meal ticket moved to Milan.

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Text is fictional.

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Bobby put the pasta sauce in the cart, finding room for it with the condoms and shampoo and groceries and seltzer water and other things. It had been a long shopping list, and it had been hard to resist temptation. He was not allowed to deviate from the list at all. Bobby texted his Master and let him know he had been a good boy, gotten everything, and was headed to the cash register now.
Bobby made it two aisles before his phone binged. Had his Master forgotten something?
“Hey boy. Forgot to put something on the list.”
“Yes Sir, what is it?” Bobby texted back.
“Halloween candy.”
Bobby gasped.  “Oh Sir you mean it?” He had never been allowed to buy it for the holiday before. Only after, when it was on sale, and two bags only. 
“Yes boy. It is our first year in our new house. You have kept it so spotless and organized. I can’t wait to show it off when we open our door to trick or treaters. So stock up! I want to be The Good House. So have fun shopping.”
Bobby made a happy noise and smiled. “I will Sir! Thank you Sir!” He put his phone back into his bag and turned the cart toward the orange section in the back of the store, trying not to rush. Sometimes a houseboy could be a really fun job. Oh my god there was just so much candy! Bobby took all the time he wanted making the perfect selection. 

Roger burst out laughing when he saw how much Bobby bought. It was clearly too much but Bobby’s excitement was adorable, and Roger thought it would be too mean of him to spank his houseboy for overspending. At the very least, there would be candy in his lunch box until Christmas. 

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pupkato:

Cute pup with cute ink

I woke up cause someone stepped on me. I jerk and flail. “Jesus, Johnny! I’m up! I’m uup! …Ok tone down the cute, I haven’t had coffee yet.”
I run my fingers through my hair and wipe crud out of my eyes. Jonathan drops the toy on me and barks, bouncing on the bed, butt wiggling. 
“Pup mode huh. Jesus, Whyyy are you such a morning pup?”
Juju pushes the bear toward me with his nose. I pick it up and furrow my brow. I don’t recognize this. 

Juju gives me a goofy look and barks at me. I glance at my phone. “Hey, today’s my birthday isn’t it?”
That sets him off and he bounces on my bed on all fours. “Woah there, woah there! Dooown boy. Down. Down. Good boy.” I look at the bear. “Is this for me?”
“Bark bark bark!”
I smile. It’s really cute. I press my own nose to it and lord it smells just like my pup. He must have slept with it. It makes my heart flutter and my cock a little hard. 
“Thank you boy.”
I get kisses for that, and I pull him into my arms so I can scratch his back vigorously. Juju groans into my neck and drools in me as my nails work him over from shoulders to hips. At his butt, I give that X on his hip a few good swats. It’s my favorite of his tattoos. We wrestle for a moment, but Juju is interested in something else.

Juju definitely doesn’t seem interested in sex right now though. Instead, he tugs on the comforter with his teeth and nuzzles me, trying to get me out of bed. I dutifully get up. Juju then herds me to the bathroom and sits at the doorframe while I relieve myself and get ready. He can barely sit still. 

I pull on a pair of shorts and begin the walk to the kitchen, making sure to take my new bear with me. Juju bounds ahead of me, excited. When I walk into the dining room, I see why. The kitchen table has been set like something out of a movie. Flowers bloom in the middle. Water and tea are all offered next to mysterious plates wrapped in tin foil. I peel them off with a smile and reveal one hell of a breakfast – waffles, eggs, bacon, and of course, strawberries with whipped cream. There’s a candle in the whipped cream. A smile splits my face in half. I set the bear next to it.

“Juju did you get up early and do this for me?”
Juju nuzzles me and licks my leg. I kneel down next to him and cup his cheeks in my hand. “I love it, and I love you. I’m going to take my bear to work as a reminder of what a loving boyfriend I have at home.” We kiss and nuzzle and I give him a hug. “Thank you for cooking for me.” 
“Bark bark bark!” 
I ruffle his hair. “I hope it’s still warm!”
Juju makes a coughing motion and looks at his bowl.
“You made this you goofball, you couldn’t fill your own bowl?”
Juju giggles, breaking character. 
“Ok fine.” I walk to the counter and prepare a plate for my pup and set it down next to my chair. My boy devours it much like a lion would a zebra, but I take my time with mine. I cherish my food, admiring every crumb and grain of salt and every flavor, the color of the strawberries and the strength of the tea. Jonathan knows exactly how I like my food. Apparently he did such a great job with it he got so excited he pupped out. Pleasing me means that much to him. I l bend down and give him a sticky scratch behind the ears. “Good boy, Juju. Good boy. I love you.”

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Text is fictional. This boy is porn star and general hottie Mickey Taylor. His Tumblr is a wet dream and you should check it out. Also he’s engaged to another porn star and has tattoos on his dick. Not even kidding.

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boss-of-fags:

depravpig:

FEED THE PIG

EAT UP FAGGOT, YOU HAVE HAD YOUR 3 HOURS SLEEP. TIME TO GO BACK TO WORK, THOSE FIELDS AREN’T GOING TO PLOW THEMSELVES, OH YEA IT’S FRIDAY, HERE IS FOOD

An older faggot once told Sam the smartest thing he could ever do was keep his mouth shut and look busy. Serving men was more important than being right, being correct, or asking for clarification. You were just supposed to know what the men want through good intuition, and Sam was getting there. So when his Master shoved food at Sam on a Friday morning, he was surprised that it was hot and fresh. Beans, wilted spinach, hotdogs, and bread. The bread was still soft too. Sam did not understand how his Master could be such a gruff asshole and then offer him such a gift – with a spoon too! Yet, Sam remembered what the old faggot had told him.

Do not ask questions. Be thankful, eat up, bow your head, get back to work. 
“Yes sir, thank you Sir.”