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by ccallenreese

We were on our third vacation as a couple, and our first overseas vacation at that. We were celebrating our fifth anniversary. It had stopped raining so my boyfriend had suggested we go for a walk. We picked up a trail that followed the curve of a cliff. The railing curved away from the path to offer a scenic outlook over the coast. I drifted over to the vantage point.

Tanner followed me. “The ocean is so beautiful isn’t it? It just goes on forever.”
“Mmmn. What amazes is me that when you look at a forest, and you look at another forest, they’re different forests. Same with mountains, although they’re all installed on the same land. But with the ocean…it’s all connected. You don’t see different oceans, you see one ocean, just different sides.”
“That’s very deep,” he noted. “…No pun intended.”
I chuckled. “Suuure.” I take a deep breath. “God it’s beautiful out here. The air is so clear, the smell of sea, no cell phones to bother us. You’re here. I feel so happy. I can’t believe this is my life.”
Tanner looked at me, so naturally I glanced at him. He lifted his hand and ghosted the back of his fingers over my jaw. “Would you like it to be your life forever?”
“…Pardon?” I raised an eyebrow.
Tanner smiled a big smile and looked away, as if suddenly shy. “I um. I always suck at expressing my feelings, but I feel the same way as you, RJ. Being here with you is ten times as amazing as going on vacation alone. I don’t even feel like your boyfriend anymore, I feel like your other half, and that makes me really happy. And I don’t think I say it enough, how important you are to me, how you push me to be more responsible and more mature, and go after what matters.”
I turned to face him, words stuck in my throat, wondering where this was coming from all of a sudden. Despite how obvious he was, I was still completely unaware of what he was doing until he reached into the shallow pocket of his swim trunks and pulled out a small box. My jaw dropped the same the time he got on one knee. “Tanner, are you-”

“I …think that the ocean is a good metaphor for how much I love you. No matter how much- …fuck I told myself I wouldn’t cry. Ok Tanner, get it together. Ok. My love for you, it’s very vast and deep, and and when I’m with you, I see different sides of it each day. Reyes Juan Montoya, will marry me? Please?”
“Holy shit, yes!” I screamed, emotions bubbling up from deep within me, “Yes, Tanner, I’ll marry you. Oh my god. You sneaky bastard how long have you been planning this??”
“Oh, four months or so. Oh, and your best friend knows.”
“Laura? Ugh so sneaky! Oh wooooow Tanner, look at that ring. Wait, I recognize this band…”
“It was your grandfather’s. I spoke with your parents, they said they were hoping you’d wear it one day since your sister got your great grandmother’s ring.”
By now tears were streaming down my face. “Oh Tanner, I love you so much.”
“I love you too baby.” He stood up and we kissed, then embraced. An older lady walking a poodle applauded and Tanner blushed horribly. I laughed and kissed him again, then admired the ring. “It fits perfectly. Oh my god, I can’t believe I’m engaged!” I whooped.
“I can’t believe it either. I’m relieved I didn’t drop the ring into the sea… wow, I’m engaged. I did it.”
“Yes, you did. I love it when you take charge.” I kissed him again, and then just kept kissing him until my pulse began to rise. Tanner’s hand slid over torso, then across my hip and downwards, pushing my trunks aside so he could squeeze my ass. I groaned in approval, wanting him to continue, although the thin fabric would do nothing to hide an erection.

Tanner broke the kiss and nuzzled my cheek. “What are the rules for this? Can we only consummate the marriage, or can we consummate the engagement?”
“Tanner, if you don’t fuck me until our wedding day, we’re gonna have a problem. Plus, we’re a couple on vacation, we can consummate whatever the hell we want. In this case, I think an engagement is just fine.”
He grinned. “This is what I love about you, RJ. You always know what to do.”
“Let’s go back to our hotel and order some champagne, before we make the lady with the poodle uncomfortable.”
Tanner guffawed. “Oh yes, let’s not celebrate by being in jail for public indecency.”

I chuckled and reached for his hand. Our fingers entwined effortlessly. I gave him another kiss, and we walked back to the hotel brimming with love, the first steps in our permanent new life together.

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Text is fictional. I think this is Dale Cooper and Colby Keller.

Collars and locks and tails, oh my!

Collars and locks and tails, oh my!

by ccallenreese

aaronitron:

After I posted those pictures of me being collared, I have received a few messages from people who are curious about my relationships with Kevin and what all of this means. I thought it would be fun to write a post about it and illuminate why I’m collared and what that means, as well as who Kevin is in my life.

I’ll jump into the latter part of that first. Kevin is, first and foremost, my friend. We began as friends, our friendship is very close to me, and we will continue to be friends for a long time. Our friendship encompasses the entirety of our relationship, which is to say that him and I connect on a variety of levels. We both find value in strong intellect and the pursuit of knowledge and understanding, we have been there for each other emotionally through some difficult times in the last (almost) year, we both know how to enjoy live and have fun and thrive together in those moments, and we have similar sexual interests that compliment each other very well. These are all building blocks of a strong friendship, and that is what we have together. It is those building blocks that made me want to be collared by Kevin, knowing that I am lucky to have found someone in my life who connected with me so well, who would love me as fiercely as he does, and who would care for my heart like it was something very precious.

While that is why I decided to become collared by Kevin, that is not exactly what the collar represents. The collar is a symbol that Kevin is my Daddy, and I am his boy. This is a dynamic that touches on a number of those connections that I listed above. Most obvious, of course, is sex. Kevin has and will only ever top me, he is the dominant sexual partner in our relationship, and he calls the shots. I, of course, can ask to do things but when push comes to shove, it is Kevin tossing me around and not the other way around. A related factor to that is ownership. While Kevin and I have decided together that it is important for me to maintain my single life, and therefore when we are not together I am free to date and have sex with other people, when we are together I am very much his. I am not allowed to let someone touch me (e.g., grab my ass in a bar), that is a decision that Kevin gets to make, and in fact someone must ask his permission prior to doing so. There is one part of ownership that extends throughout my life, regardless of being with Kevin, and that is he is the only man who is allowed to breed me. That one has taken a lot of discussion, but eventually we did decide that it made sense in our relationship and was something that was important for our dynamic.

There is a third big piece to being collared, as Kevin and I have defined it, and it is a worship of masculinity and mentorship into manhood. As my title will tell you, I don’t see myself as a man yet. To me, manhood comes when a level of confidence is reached, when a person finds their footing in the world and life becomes something you take control of. Boys let life happen to them, and men make life happen. Boys are cocky, men are confident. Kevin has those qualities, and I do not. Part of our Daddy/boy dynamic is leading me into manhood, through hard conversations about life and how to make it mine, through tough workouts that build my body into what I want it to be, not what I’ve settled for, and through those discussions we have on a variety of topics that get my mind thinking and help me find what it is I believe at my core. (Admittedly, I’ve already done much of that and Kevin will be the first to admit, when we are hashing out an idea, I am nothing less than man.)

In the short time that I’ve know him, Kevin has reignited a drive for life that I have not felt in a very long time. It is because of Kevin that I started reading again, that I decided to stop smoking weed, he was there for me recently when my dad was in the hospital for 5 days and we were not sure if he was going to come out, he has inspired me to get back into my gym routine and I have never been more proud of what I see in the mirror… I could go on and on about how much he has done for me. He is exactly the kind of man I have wanted to have in my life, and the kind of man I want to be.

Plus, we have really hot and fun sex 😛

Another great post from another undiscovered non-fiction Tumblr. Show this to anyone who doesn’t understand collaring or the benefits it can have. Too often in our society we expect boys to just “be” men, without any emotional support or leaders to guide them to adulthood.

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by ccallenreese

A peaceful Sunday home with the husband. He almost died last year when a tornado flattened his house with him in it. He spent six weeks in the hospital and lost his left foot. Sometimes it’s just nice to not do anything but watch and appreciate that he’s here with me. His heart plods along under my hand and his scalp warms my thigh. These are the moments when I love him most. It scares me sometimes to think what my life would be like if I had to attend a funeral instead of a wedding. We are lucky.

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by ccallenreese

We were set to start painting the base layer on the walls in our new home when Reese joked that we should just do it naked to avoid getting paint on our jeans. I was more keen on that idea than I thought I’d be. After we’d thrown our clothes over a chair in the other room, we both returned to the living room and stood there, staring hungrily at eachother’s nudes bodies.
“So uh…” Reese grinned at me, “You know, since there’s a dropcloth on this floor already…wanna bareback?”