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by ccallenreese

The stud’s cock wasn’t hard enough, so his Master decided to tenderize those balls until things were more up to His standards. He has friends coming over soon and it would look bad if he had a soft, uninterested slave boy strapped into place for nothing.

“You keep that dick up, boy, or else you’re getting the nipple clamps with spikes on em and electricity up your dick. You haven’t come in a couple days, shouldn’t be a problem for you. Don’t be nervous, now. My friends are good men and experienced Masters. They will take such excellent care of your horny, naked body while I’m at my little sister’s birthday party.”

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Text is fictional. The video is Back Alley; the dom is Felix Barca; the sub is Race Cooper. Just a warning though before you click the link to the trailer – it’s a fisting video.

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by ccallenreese

Damn…he is gorgeous. That is a man. Who is that? Is that our new neighbor? I don’t remember Ms. Kramer moving out or seeing a sign in her yard. Why is he riding her horses around our lake? Maybe he’s ranch help. He’s riding bareback. That pinto has to be taller than 15 hands but, damn, he’s controlling it with just his legs. Not using the reins at all. Wow, look at the way the sweat gleams on his body when the sun hits him the right way. …What the hell is doing?

Is he unzipping his pants? Oh my god, he is not – …he is! He’s masturbating! On horseback! Shit, he doesn’t know I’m watching does he? Wow… look at the size of his pecker. He’s just playing with it so slowly… god I wish he’d do that to me. Stroke…stroke…stroke…a man like that is probably uncut. I bet he fills out a pair of 501s real nice. Big and huge, and shameless about it too. Gosh, I wish this was a romance novel, he’d come right over and-

Shit, what did I come out here for again? Oh yeah, to get the laundry off the line. Well, ma and pa won’t be home for a bit longer now, I think it wouldn’t hurt to watch a little while longer… besides if I move, he might see me. Gosh, I wish I could be a real man like that. Shit, even if I were even half the man he is, I’d just be a welp in his eyes. I’d be his bitch for sure. I wouldn’t be able to say no, he’d just handle me and throw me down like a helpless little calf. Gosh, I feel oddly warm…

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by ccallenreese

As a child, Kevin always slept with a security blanket. He liked the soft fabric against his face, the reassurance of clutching something close. It protected him from monsters under the bed. After his father left quite suddenly, no one came to read him stories at night. Kevin began to carry the blanket everywhere until the time he hit puberty. His mother let him out of pity. Despite being teased for it, Kevin still kept it in his room even through high school. By college, it was falling apart. Kevin put it in a bag and stored it away, even though he missed it at night.

As a young man, Kevin came out and stared dating. His first serious boyfriend in his latter years of college wasn’t good to him. He slowly isolated Kevin from his friends and wrecked him emotionally, often getting violent with him. Kevin was too scared to leave him, and no matter of rough it got, he felt like he needed someone to cuddle with at night.

Until one day, his boyfriend broke Kevin’s cheek. A male nurse at the hospital became quite fond of his new patient and got a social worker involved to help stop cycle the abuse. It took weeks to pry them apart, and he convinced Kevin to get his boyfriend arrested. Kevin was happy it was over, although he had to sleep alone again. Even though he got counseling, he felt the urge to just find someone – anyone – so he wouldn’t have to be alone at night.

James knew he supposed to have a professional relationship with Kevin, but when Kevin asked to see him outside of the hospital he found himself wanting to go. Kevin was a bit of a mess, but he was sweet. He meant well. He loved to read and appreciated good food. The more they got to know each other, the more James began to worry Kevin was headed down the path of abuse again. He gravitated toward any guy who paid attention to him. He would often plead to James to stay the night, not even to have sex, just to sleep.

It wasn’t long before James pried out of Kevin the reason why he hated sleeping alone, his father, his childhood blanket… and why Kevin hated sex so much, because now he associated it all with his old boyfriend. It was hard for therapy to work for him with these distractions undoing his sessions every time he went to bed or got an erection. James did some research, hours of it matter of fact, and came up with a rather unorthodox solution.

“It’s not a blanket, really…,” he explained to a baffled-looking Kevin. “But you’ll always feel the cage there, like a hand around you at all time, but no one will be able to see it. I have the key to the lock. No one like that asshole will be able to touch you unless I approve that they’re good for you, and you don’t have to worry about anything sex related for a while. This way you can just focus on your therapy and healing. That’s all.”
Kevin needed some time to think about it, but he liked James and the liked the idea of being cared for by James. Despite his apprehension, he went for it, and took to it like a duck to water. When he needed some relief, Kevin just went to James, and James took care of it, like a nurse instead of a boyfriend.

As an adult, Kevin stayed in this sort of odd relationship for two years, the device on and off as the months went by. Various men came and went out of Kevin’s life. He was weaned off therapy. Got a “real” job in an office. Took up kayaking on the weekends. Moved out of an apartment and in with James in a small house in the suburbs.

On one particular beautiful morning out to sea, Kevin had a realization while he watched the sun rise over the horizon. He was looking forward to going home and eating brunch with James. Only James. He didn’t want other men. He wanted James, who had been so patient with him. He went beyond the call of his job title to heal him, who had been single this entire time… he had been waiting hadn’t he? Jeez, how did he not realize it?
Just the thought of James excited him. Kevin put a hand between his legs and felt the metal there so it would calm him down. Now wasn’t the time for masturbation, and gosh, even two years late he still thought the chastity cage was amazing. Kevin didn’t get why more men didn’t have one.

He turned his kayak back to shore, closer to where he’d get cell phone service. He wanted to call James and wake him up, ask him to date him, ask him if they could be serious. He knew James would say yes. After all, James had the key to his cock – why couldn’t it be the key to his heart as well?

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Text is fictional. Here’s a cheesy, sweet chastity post to start off the week. The source of the photo I do not think is the actual source listed on this post. I think it’s from here, a femdom participant on Tumblr.

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“I don’t give a fuck what you want. Do you understand me? I’m going to fuck you and you aren’t gonna scream you little bitch, cause I don’t need that hassle.”
“Y-Yes sir.”
“Now, are you going to be good and stay still for me?”
“Yes sir.”
“Are you going to fight me?”
“No sir.”
“Now that’s better. See? Putting up a fight is sure pointless. Now let me get my dick in you.” He pulls a travel packet of lube out of his sock, rips it open with his teeth, and pours it down the crack of my ass while simultaneously holding both my wrists behind my back. He coats his cock in the mess before wiping his hand on the sofa cover. Ignoring my protests, he throws his weight back over me and thrusts his rock hard dick into me. I scream at the intrusion, and plead for a condom.
“Nope, you’re lucky to be getting my seed up your ass, I want you to feel every hot drop coating your insides,” he replies, breathing whiskey flavored breath into my ear. He doesn’t let me adjust to his girth, he just continues to fuck me in abrupt thrusts, sometimes pulling out until the mushroom tip catches and then slamming it in hard.

I whimper and yelp, all while my dick throbs and drips while it bounces ignored between my legs. He has his way with me, fucking me to oblivion. He doesn’t slow down after he comes either, he simply pauses to chew on my ear and spank me before his cock stiffens and he begins to pound me again. By the time he ejaculates the second time, my ass is so stuffed full of his cum it’s dripping down my thighs. I grit my teeth as he reaches around and slaps my cock and balls a couple times until my own cum just jets out of me.

Finally, his muscles cramp and he has to dismount me. His slick cock slides out of me with a wet ‘pop’. Without saying a word, he walks out of the room, leaving me wet and sore and wrecked.

A couple minutes later he comes back into the room, wringing his hands a bit nervously, still red in the face from the effort. “How was that?”
“Holy god,” I moan, splayed out on the sofa, “Just how I imagined it to be – hotter even. It was such a rush to be used like that. Your dick was burning me up from the inside out. We have to do this again – next week, same time?”
“Fuck yeah I’d like to do that again. That power…” he puffs out his cheeks and exhales. “The way you writhed and pleaded under me, man, I’m glad I’m outta juice cause I’d be hard again.”
I smirk. “Lemme get you a beer and we can take a shower together.”
“Oooo shower beer, nice idea. Jeez, I’m so glad Marcus introduced us.”
“I’m grateful too – or should I say, my sex drive is grateful too. I’ve been wanting to try that kink for-ev-er.”
He gives my ass a jiggle as I pass by him to the kitchen and says, “You just gotta find yourself the right man to do the dirty work.”
“Mmm I think already did.”

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Text is fictional. Remember – sex should always be consensual and and have safewords, even if you are roleplaying.

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I walk past the kitchen, back up, then walk past it again. I let my eyes rove over his small ass peeking out between the apron’s sides and admire just how long his legs look when he’s naked.
“Jackson?”
He startles a little as if deep into his own thoughts. “Wha- oh hello. I thought you were watching that TV show you like.”
“I was… er…what are you doing?”
“Making dinner,” he turns and raises an eyebrow at me. “What does it look like I’m doing?”
“You’re making dinner,” I repeat, in disbelief.
“Yeah I found this recipe involving stuffed bell peppers and orzo – we have to use up all that parsley and you bought that ground bison, so I thought it wasn’t a bad idea. Plus, there was some spinach on sale at the grocery store, and I’ve been wanting to try this walnut strawberry salad I saw on a low carb blog-”
“Woah woah woah.” I take off my glasses, wipe them on my shirt, and then put them back on. “What happened to Jackson? What did you do with him?”

He chuckles. “What are you talking about?”
“It’s Friday night! Normally you beg me to go out with you to the clubs, take drugs you can’t identify, get totally plastered, then call me to rescue you after you’ve wandered off with some hot blokes and come home with a black eye and a wet dick.”
He scoffs while rolling his eyes. “I don’t always do that…”
“Yes, yes you do. Three weeks ago, you left on a Friday and came home on a Sunday – you told me you woke up in Berlin.”
“…Berlin isn’t that far.”
“We live in Denmark.”

He coughs and turns his attention back to the garlic he’s dicing. “Well you know it’s just – I’m horny as fuck, and yeah, I wanna go out, but ever since you put me in chastity, I’ve felt different. Like, once my friends see the bulge of my cage under my tight-ass leather pants, they’re gonna strip me naked and fuck me in front of the entire club. They’re kind of rough blokes, you know? And I’m very particular about who I bottom for. You being the exception.” He punctuates this by pointing the knife in my direction.
“Plus, I’d be so frustrated by not being able to fuck those club boys, and I don’t wanna be seen there as a helpless bitch. Also, I don’t wanna get cum stains on my leather pants.” He shrugs. “I was hungry anyway so I thought I’d just make dinner and maybe you could milk me after? I wanna learn how to do that hands-free thing you talked about earlier.”
“The hands free orgasm?” I ask, dully, still stunned.
“Yeah that! Seems hot.”

I stand there stupidly and watch him prep food. I don’t recall putting a magic spell on that chastity cage. It was supposed to be a 48 hour kink thing we were doing. Since he’s such a fuck up of a boyfriend, if you could even call him that, he often relents out of guilt when I want to try kinkier shit. Still, I had no idea it would be this effective. I thought he’d be giving me a tongue thrashing trying to get the key from me so he could go party with his cock swinging free.

“Um, well,” I begin. “I’m thrilled, to be honest, and damn curious what you’re gonna be making here. Can I help in any way…?”
“You could wash the strawberries and um, maybe play with my ass a little?”
“Oooh that is a reasonable request for a very good boy.” I walk up behind him and give him a hug from the back, wrapping my arms around his waist. I drop one hand to cup his cage between his legs.
“Mmm that’s not what I asked. If you do that, I’m going to get a huge erection and then it’ll hurt.”
I kiss his shoulder and give his ass a little pat. “Alright, alright, sorry, I just …,” I begin, then drop the sentence as I release him and head toward the fridge.
“You just what?” Jackson asks, furrowing his brow.
I bite my lip. “You know what? Nothing. It’s fine. I’m just grateful you’re here.” I hold up the strawberries. “Washed berries and a rim job coming right up.”

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We’re so sympatico. Right as I glance down, he glances up and our eyes meet; he pauses mid-lick. I grab my phone off the nightstand and snap a photo of my adorable sub. For a moment, his pup side melts away at the sound of the shutter; he’s Gustavo again, and suddenly self-aware of what he’s doing on all fours. A sheepish smiles blooms on his face and blush comes to his cheeks. Then, he catches the scent of my crotch and nuzzles it with his eyes closed. When he opens his lids again, his pup side is back and his tongue goes to work. He loves to lick my crotch in the morning to get me horny, right before he tugs down the band with his teeth and sucks me dry.

I later printed a wallet size version of that shot so I could always have a bit of my boy with me, where-ever I go.

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Text is fictional. Pup’s name is unknown.

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“Oh puppy, what are you doing? Did you drop one of your toys behind the sofa again? This is what happens when you play on the sofa instead of the floor,” I chide him as I climb onto the cushions and peer back there. Something is wedged between the sofa and the wall. I get off the sofa and pull the furniture far away from the wall enough so not only does the the item fall, but so I can take a few steps forward and retrieve it. When I see what it is, I shake my head and sigh.

“Puppy.”
“Woof?”
“I’ve told you this before. Dildos are not chew toys.’
He still tries to snatch it out of my hand with my teeth.
"No! Bad puppy! Bad. This was an expensive dildo and now it has teethmarks in it.”
He stops wiggling his butt at the tone of my voice and lowers his head, giving me big sad eyes. I fold my arms. “You have chew toys. Use them.” I sigh again. “I’m afraid you need to be punished for this. Go fetch the paddle.”
He pouts at me, and whines. When he sees I’m not going to relent, he begrudgingly goes to get it. I give him 15 swats, then shut him in the bathroom for an hour with a proper chew toy. Of course, he whimpers through half of it before falling asleep for a quick nap on the bathmat. So stubborn!

He wants me to feel bad, and I do, but he has to learn. When I let him out of the bathroom, I do give him a cookie and a back scratch to let him know I’ve forgiven him. I since have hidden the dildos better. When they’re not up his ass, they’re hidden away safely away and out of reach from chewy pups.

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My boyfriend is adorable. He has a child-like fascination for arts, music, animals, nature. He enjoys a day at the zoo as much as a day at the museum. He’s not scared to try new foods or beers whose names he can’t pronounce or go to unfamiliar cities beyond the subway lines. We often spend entire days together, wandering from place to place, having little adventures instead of dates.

Thing is, my boyfriend has a moderate form of chronic fatigue syndrome. After our time together he often just simply cannot make it home or stand any longer. Instead of just calling him a cab and shoving him in, I lovingly carry him all the way back to the car or back to one of our flats. He clings to me like a koala, often falling asleep with his head nestled against my shoulder.

I’m proud to be his man. He told me his other boyfriends got bored and frustrated with his condition; he rarely left the house. The fact that I can make him smile and help him live a normal life is part of the reason I love him so much. He is so positive and optimistic, that I cannot help but be in a good mood around him. I don’t mind the stares of people as I carry my boyfriend down the street. I want them to know what love looks like, in any form.

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“Come here. Come ‘ere. Sshh, you know, boy, even if you cry in the shower I can still see your tears. Listen to me. You’ve been staring at me for a while now. I can tell you want it, and I can tell it’s been tearing you up inside. Don’t be scared, and don’t listen to what anyone tells you in the world. It’s ok to want this. Hell, I even encourage you to embrace that part of you that just wants to kneel at my feet and suck my cock. You aren’t less of a man because you want to service them; matter of fact, I think it makes you more of a man to know what you want and you go after it honestly. You want my cock right?”
He nods, looking hesitant and slightly miserable that it’s right in front of him but he won’t allow himself to have it.
“Come on, here.” I put a folded towel down on the shower floor to make it easier on him. “Kneel.”

Like silk, he slides off the shower bench and onto the floor. He puts a hand on my calf.
“Touch it.”
He bites his lip, his soft dark eyes flickering up at me. He reaches out gingerly to caress my thick cock, testing the weight of my balls, and the way the extra skin moves.
“That’s a good boy now..” I exhale softly, “Go on.”
He continues to fondle me, completely oblivious to the other glances we’re getting. His eyes are glazing over and his breathing is slow and shallow. I put a reassuring hand on the back of his head and he commits, placing his lips on the exposed head of my cock.

I have to tell you – up until this point, I thought blowjobs were something twinks begrudgingly did to curry favors for sex. But this boy – he was made for blowjobs. No amateur had ever been so delicate with me before, but within minutes I was already straining hard and dripping pre-cum onto his tongue. I could only rest my back against the tile wall and groan hard as he nursed my cock. I managed a ragged “Don’t stop”, but I don’t know if he heard me. He was so far gone into head space.

It seemed hours later when the orgasm rolled through me like a deep tsunami. I was thrusting against his tongue, trapped both by the tight suction of his mouth and the grip he had on my balls. My load must have been huge because it felt like someone turned my sac inside out. To my amazement, he didn’t even choke. He swallowed  most of it. His cheeks were flushed from not breathing, and eventually he seemed to snap out of it. He broke the suction seal and pulled back, the tip of my cock leaving a trail of semen from it to his lips. I gawked. He was beautiful, sitting there with his own erection straining between his legs, untouched. A total submissive, not a drop of alpha in him. A rare breed.

He looked at me expecting a review. I took a big breath and exhaled. “That, was the best blowjob I’ve ever received.”
It was only then he truly blushed, then reached for his washcloth and began to clean my sensitive prick.

I knew at that moment I was going to have to keep him. He’d obviously bonded with my cock, and it’d be a shame to deprive him of it.

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Text is fictional.