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Sunday playday!

Sunday playday!

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gayboykink:

I wanted to make a little post about how bf released me from chastity, but it turned out to be a thorough report on yesterday’s endeavors. Hope you’ll enjoy! x

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Sunday’s are always the most useless days. Nothing to do but to sit home, and mentally prepare for the terrible monday morning that’s coming up. Perhaps that’s why my boyfriend ocassionally throws in a ‘kink’ day during free, lazy sundays. I love it when he puts the kink in ‘the-kinky-bf’ ^^

Just some background: I was in chastity for about 17 days pretty much 24/7. As you might’ve seen on my blog, the horniness it caused was killing me and I was playing with toys an awful lot to get some sexual relief besides the casual sex we had. That didn’t go unnoticed to my boyfriend either of course, so he announced that this weekend would be a nice day to play. I always get even more excited when he announces his kinky endeavors, because it makes me wonder what has inspired him and what he’ll be up to.

So… Sunday evening – after almost a full weekend of eagerly awaiting my fate – he took me to the bedroom. and told me to strip down. He then opened our naughty drawer (which is on my side of the bed of course ^^) and took out the penis gag, blindfold and spandex hood. Then came half a roll of leftover plastic wrap, which he used to bind my torso and arms so I couldn’t get my hands near my chastity cage.
He pushed me over, so I fell on my back on our bed and he cut a small hole in the plastic to get to the chastity lock. I was already leaking at the anticipation of what as going to happen when he took off the cage. Instead of immediately playing with my dick, he began stroking my body through the plastic. Nipples, thighs, chest, chin.. everywhere except for my throbbing dick that was just released from his confinement. 

Then all of a sudden he took the head of my dick, and started rubbing his thumb over my glans. I’m normally not that sensitive over there, but the denial made this the worst torture ever and I quickly began struggling my bondage and started moaning in my gag in a way too high pitch. He asked me if I wanted him to stop. I said yes, but apparently that was the wrong answer. Bf took the empty roll of plastic wrap, firmly pushed me on my side and started spanking my ass thoroughly. I knew what this was about. It was a predicament. He made me choose whether I wanted an agonizing cock head rubbing, or a rough spanking with the role. There was no way to win this. Because I hated the ‘thumbing’, I tried to endure the spanking for as long as possible, but when I was close to tears and struggled a lot, bf turned me over and started ‘properly’ stroking my dick getting me close to the edge in just a few strokes.

I tensed my back and legs to keep the orgasm as far away as possible, but again there was no way to win. After about twenty minutes (or perhaps 45.. idk) of edging, moaning and sweating bf had enough. He stopped, told me to cool down a little, and left the bedroom, leaving me throbbing and struggling on the bed. The gag caused me to drool a lot as well, but instead of swallowing it, I was only able to suck the plastic cock in my mouth… I’d rather prefer bf’s, but he left his cock surprisingly untouched during the whole scene. He even stayed dressed throughout.

After an unknown amount of time, bf came back. Immediately grabbed my dick and got my attention. In the mean time I barely lost my erection, even though he was away for quite some time. Just a minute later we were back at where we stopped: Right on the edge. Intense, loud and frustrating.

I begged him. Not to make me cum, but to please stop the stimulation for a while because the struggle to hold back an orgasm became harder and harder. Bf probably thought that me begging him to stop only meant I wasn’t being teased enough. He obviously wanted me to beg for release, but I didn’t. It wouldn’t help anyhow. For about fifteen minutes bf switched between teasing, some ball squeezing and (again) spanking with the empty plastic wrap role. He was pushing me with his edging. I was again close to tears, because every time I begged bf to stop, he went on for one or two more strokes, making it harder and harder to hold back. I was not allowed to cum, that was something he made very clear. 

But I did.
Muffled moans came from my gag, because I just couldn’t hold back a stream of cum dribbling out my cock when bf stopped stroking. He quickly continued his stroking and pushed me juuuust over the edge again. And again. And again. In about ten minutes he ruined like 5 orgasms until I was completely empty and one sweaty mental mess… Even then he continued palming me until I begged him to please stop stimulating my overly sensitive cock. He did and he left the room again, without saying a word. When he came back he cleaned the mess on my belly, pushed me over on my tummy and lubed my ass. 
I was exhausted. My jaws were aching from the gag, my ass was red from the spanking and my cock sore from bf’s unlubed treatment.. But still I loved the fact he still had a fire going in his dominance. Even though he had be using me for almost two hours, he still wanted one thing and that was to fuck my ass and fill me up with his cum. And so he did. It was the cherry on the pie. He collapsed on top of me and whispered in my ear how much he loved this. Then he left the bedroom again to let the situation really sink in. Fifteen minutes later, he came back, cut open the plastic wrap and undid my hood, gag and blindfold. We cuddled and I thanked him. It was awesome and I needed him to know that. 

We haven’t locked my chastity back on, because even the day after there’s still soreness and red irritated skin on my dick. Even if I wanted to masturbate, I couldn’t, haha. Next time I hope bf uses some lube on my dick as well, haha. On the plus side; For the first time in weeks I can get hard while writing a post. That’s a very nice feeling as well.  ^^

*jaw drops*

Your blog is great. Your pictures and captions make me so horny. I won’t masturbate though; I’ve given up masturbating so that the next time I orgasm will be at the hands of a man taking me and my virginity. Still, I haven’t orgasmed for 4 weeks and am getting so horny. I can only hope an alpha somehow finds and claims me soon. I’d love any advice you’d like to give me on anything.

Your blog is great. Your pictures and captions make me so horny. I won’t masturbate though; I’ve given up masturbating so that the next time I orgasm will be at the hands of a man taking me and my virginity. Still, I haven’t orgasmed for 4 weeks and am getting so horny. I can only hope an alpha somehow finds and claims me soon. I’d love any advice you’d like to give me on anything.

by ccallenreese ♥ 0 Leave a Comment

Wow, hello there. Delighted to hear my writing and reblogs are having that effect. I’m also happy to hear you’re being a good boy and staying horny for a man, but make sure the man you find to take you will take care of you emotionally and mentally first. Losing your virginity after being horned up and denied for weeks will be a very intense experience. You are giving yourself as a gift to a man, so make sure that man cherishes you.  

That said, gayboykink has offered some good advice on getting some relief in the past – get a dildo and practice, practice, practice. It takes time to accommodate a cock up there, plus it will make you leak like hell and take some of the pressure off. If you’re really lucky you might even get an internal orgasm on your first try. Good luck. 

If you need specifics, message gayboykink…he’s experienced with this.

Thanks for reading~

Sore muscles?

Sore muscles?

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gayboykink:

@the-kinky-bf just came home from a mountain bike weekend. He had sore muscles, so of course I offered to give him a massage after dinner. He loves that.
So he undressed, jumped on the bed and let me oil his lower back for some rough squeezing and kneading. He moaned when I hit the right places like I was giving a hell of a blowjob. So I massaged harder just to hear him moan, almost sensually. I got hard just from those sounds.

I playfully kneaded his ass every now and then as well. Just for fun. After some teasing nibbling and licking I knew he was getting hard, even though he was laying on his tummy.
‘Seems like I’m straining’, I said staring at the bulge in my jeans. ‘You’re locked up?’, he asked. I nodded with a cheeky grin. ‘… and I gave everything a nice shave down there as well.’
‘Oh, show me!’, he responded.
I undressed teasingly slow, especially when I pulled down my tight undies.
‘What else did you do today? Something naughty?’
I thought about the pics I made for Tumblr, the fact I wore my collar the whole day and my chastity which always makes me eager for playing around with dildos.
‘I had some fun with a few toys’, I said while I laid myself down next to bf. ‘I missed you a bit this weekend.’
‘Well I’m here now.’
Bf turned around to lay on his back and I noticed a small stain of precum as he did so. He was hard. He told me he had a big load to give and waved his dick around while looking at me.
‘Just sit down, dear. You’ve been practicing today don’t you? Show me.’

I smiled, no dildo fucks like bf’s dick that’s fot sure. It started with some little squeezes in his ass during a massage and now I was about to ride his leaking dick. I’m not complaining.
I crawled on top if him, gave him some kisses in his neck and licks on his cheeks before I got a dab of lube and hovered my ass over his cock. When I was about to sit down, bf forcefully threw his hips up, fully penetrating me in one rough thrust. I yelped out loud. Not out of pain, hell no, but out of pure surprise.
Bf smiled. ‘You’ve rawlly been practicing right?’ He was right. I was loose from this afternoon’s dildo play and he noticed immediately.
I humped up and down with my chastity bumping against his stomach, straining as always.
After a few minutes bf pushed me back, he wanted me to lay down on my back. The ultimate position to get to my g-spot and get me moaning like a mess. And that ws exactly what happened. He was rough, but he knew exactly what he was doing: Pounding the heck out of me and bashing my prostate to get some precum flowing from my caged dick. Within minutes he came inside me and collapsed on top of me with his dick still in my ass.

He laughed. Bf tends to get out the mood quickly after cumming, but every time I’m laying there. Horny, squirming, still panting and moaning with my throbbing chastity and leaking ass and cock. Fuck I’m horny. I need more. Not now, bf says. He needs a power nap after such a long sportive weekend.
All I can do is wonder whether his sore muscles are gone after such an intense fuck or if I should wake him up for round number two? I think I’ve made a decision.

See kids, if you skip church on Sundays you can get this instead.

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“I can’t sleep,” he said, messing with his toes. “I dozed off but I had this bad dream and now I can’t get back to sleep.”
I exhaled through my nose and sit down on the edge of the bed. I awoke due to his cries, which echoed through-out the entire house.
“I’m really sorry to disappoint you,” he added in that soft, delicate tone of his, sweet as treacle and fragile as the skin on top of cocoa.
“It’s quite alright, Caleb. I expected there to be a period of adjustment.”
He looked down and shrugged his shoulders as if he didn’t quite believe me. After a moment, he spoke again. “Everything is different here. The bed is higher, the night sounds are strange, the sheets smell different.” He sniffed. “I miss home.”
“Oh sweetheart,” I murmured. “Are you homesick?”
“Yes,” he replied, big crocodile tears sliding down his pale cheeks. “I want to sleep in my old room again. I’m so far from home!”
“Caleb…” I scooted across the bed and opened my arms. He crawled to me, sitting half in my lap, legs all over the bed. I enfolded him in my arms as he cries into my bathrobe. I rocked him, soothing him.

“I know it’s scary. But you have to be brave.”
“I don’t want to be brave!”
“I’m sure in the next couple of days you will learn a lot about my house, you’ll adjust, and discover Yellow Ridge is not a terrible place to live and I’m not a terrible person to live with.”
He sniffled again. “I’m not going to be a good husband to anyone.”
“Oh that’s not true, that’s not true. Shhh… relax. Breathe now.”

I continued to rock him, feeling more that I was rocking a little boy than the young man who was betrothed to me. It was, on paper, a good match. My family blood line is one of the upper seven or so distinct names, a historical name of wide influence in society and business. Caleb was from a lesser family line. Heterosexual marriage between blood lines is not encouraged amongst our people due to blood mixing. The only way for a family to gain a higher standing is to be lucky enough to have a gay son or daughter to offer to an upper family for their own homosexual son or daughter to marry. From the perspective of Caleb’s parents, he was a golden child. They were eager to abide by even the most conservative traditions. They had insisted Caleb be sent here to be my houseboy until the wedding, when he turned 18.

Even calling it a wedding was a broad term – it was more of a political ceremony. I had heard about wedded couples that each kept their own lovers; I however was a traditionalist, and hoped my bride and I would be true to each-other and monogamous.

I began to suspect that Caleb wasn’t going to be ready at 18 though. His parents had mollycoddled him and babied him. Freshly 16, he was still very much a sheltered child. I glanced down at the bundle in my arms. It was difficult to imagine that in two years, I was expected to consummate that marriage. Our five year difference suddenly felt wide as a chasm. His parents had likely taught him nothing about sex. I wondered if Caleb ever played with himself at all before his chastity device was affixed. He was still probably adjusting to that too. I pondered if it would be better to have it removed and let him explore.

More than anything, I felt pity for my bride. Thrust into a strange world, into strange arms, at a time when his body and its hormones were transforming in the most awkward ways. I also felt a bit of anger and disgust that the temple elders had clearly not sensed Caleb was a vulnerable creature – if I had been a man of lesser morals, I could have violated Caleb terribly. I made a note to call the Temple Counsel in the morning to file a complaint.

I would not send him back though. It would not benefit Caleb to go back into the womb at his age. As he got older, this behavior would be more difficult to correct. He was going to be a man soon. There were going to be expectations of him. I hoped keeping house and receiving home schooled lessons would keep his mind occupied. I kissed the top of his head and tried to remove Caleb but he’d worked his fingers into my bathrobe.

“Are you going to send me back?” he whispered.
I wondered if the boy could read minds. “No,” I said firmly, “You need to fledge from the nest. Every duckling and songbird falls a little when learning to fly. You’ll get used to things. You’ll find happiness in your work. Once you turn old enough, I will teach you the most wondrous pleasure your body is capable of. Are you feeling pain in your device?”
I felt the heat of his cheeks through my clothes. “No,” he says. “It’s snug, but it doesn’t hurt.”
“Ok, let me know if it does.”
He nodded.
“Will you try to sleep now?”
Caleb eyed the bed warily. “Will you stay with me until I fall asleep?”
I thought. “Just this time, duckling”
He seemed satisfied with that. I cleaned his face, made him blow his nose, and have a sip of water. I then tucked him in lovingly and then spooned up next to him, me on top of the covers. Caleb had exhausted himself and was asleep within minutes. I lingered a moment, watching his eyes move under his eyelids, marveling at how long his lashes were. His face still possessed some of its babyfat, especially in the cheeks. He was going to be stunning all grown up.

I just had to make sure he would grow up. I was sure once he got a taste of his new found freedom he would thrive. Tomorrow would be a most interesting day.
“Good night, duckling,” I murmured, as I turned off the light and went back to my room.

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Text is fictional. This is model Graeme Metz photographed by Cecilie Harris for Boys by Girls magazine issue 6, titled “The Truth About Boys”. The T-Shirt by American Apparel and Underwear by Calvin Klein. This caption is not a projection or assumption of Graeme’s personality or sexuality.

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As he put away my coat, a bing came from the kitchen. “Ohhh the roast is ready.”
Before I could say anything my houseboy jogged back to the kitchen, his pert butt bouncing behind him. I followed him there. “Henry, what is that smell?”
“Roast chicken,” he replied, matter of factly. “I put a lot of butter on the potatoes this time cause I know you like that.” He pulled out an impressive looking dinner and set it on the stove.
“Damn, that looks amazing. But no I mean, the other smell. It smells like a candle factory exploded.”
My boy pulls off his oven mitts and blinks at me. “Ohhh that.” He moves to the cabinet and begins to make me a vodka cranberry. “It’s spices. I thought since we live in a climate where we actually get seasons now that it would be appropriate to get into the mood of things.”

“Things…?” I repeat.
“You know, fall! Autumn! Pumpkins. Pies. Cinnamon. Apples. The leaves outside are turning colors! Here’s your drink Sir.”
I accept it, and sip it. “Thank you, boy.” I enjoy watching him move about the kitchen, fussing over the chicken and setting the table. “So you lit a candle?”
“No Sir, I had to change the air filters so I rubbed a mix of cinnamon and allspice and cloves on them.”
“How did you come up with that?”
“Well they were at the grocery store, but they were expensive, so I just decided to do it myself.”
I stare at him. “Well that’s quite intelligent.”
“Is it? Thank you Sir.” Henry frumps around with making gravy. “You know, I was thinking, why don’t we have a little house warming party?”
I nearly choke on my drink. “Boy, I don’t think that’s a great idea. People are avoiding me at work because I was upfront that I was gay. I just moved here, I don’t want to ruffle any feathers.”

Henry pauses and tilts his head. “Forgive me for saying this Sir, but I think having a housewarming party would be even more useful this way. Perhaps the people you work with aren’t used to ‘homosexuals’, or whatever they call us. It’s a perfect opportunity to show them that you’re a normal person, you live in a normal house, have a normal life. We don’t have a dungeon in the basement… well, yet. Plus, I’m a damn good cook.”
I smile. “That you are. You know, you might be right.”
“Ooo that means I can decorate the house. I could carve a pumpkin. Make that cinnamon apple cake I like… god I love parties.”

I set the drink down on the kitchen table and sink into a chair. “Come here for a moment, Henry.”
He sets a serving spoon down on the counter, wipes his hands on a towel, and walks over to me. “Yes sir?”
“Sit on my lap, boy.”
He lifts up the apron and straddles my thighs. I give him a kiss on the lips and squeeze his ass with my hands.
“God I love it when you’re domestic,” I admit, low and husky in his ear.
“Do you Sir?”
“I have no idea why, but it makes me want you. You just get this glow about you when you get into one of your moods…”
“Well, I am happy when serving the man I love.”
I capture his mouth with another kiss. My right hand moves forward, under his apron. I give his locked cock a proper tug, then cup his balls in his hand and massage them as I kiss him. Henry moans against me and grinds into my hand.
“You must really like buttered potatoes,” he breathes.
“Mmnn…I think I just really like autumn,” I say. “Are you prepared?”
“Yes Sir. I always lube up right before you get home, just in case you want to relieve some stress.”
“That’s a good boy,” I murmur. “Stand up a minute.”
He does so, so I can unzip my pants and extract my cock. I groan when the wet tip touches cool air. Henry takes over and strokes me with his hand, his eyes fixated on me. He’s flushed, but I can’t tell if it’s from cooking or from stimulation. When I’m breathing slow and properly stiff, Henry crawls back into my lap. He holds onto my shoulders so he can raise his ass up and position my cock in the right spot. I bite off a cry when I feel his body envelope me, a slow, tight heat around me, down to the hilt. I plunder his mouth again and push his waist downward so he’s sitting on my lap once more.

“God that’s it, Henry,” I murmur. He rides me, without even asking. I watch in fascination as his pelvis and hips roll while his shoulders stay mostly still. His eyes are glazed over now. I notice there’s a wet spot flourishing on the apron. Soon, I cannot stay still any longer and drive up into him. Henry cries out, begging me to keep moving. We collide over and over until he’s squeezing my shaft so hard I can’t even breathe.

I shout and explode inside of him. Henry whines, a loud needy noise, and then I feel something hot and wet pool through my work pants. I realized I haven’t breathed in what seems like forever and so I inhale, sharply. The world spins around me, and I cling to my houseboy. He is staring me with love all over his face, looking completely blissed out. I bless him with a few more kisses, then we slide apart. He looks upset at the loss, but enjoys playing with my softening cock after settling back down without it inside of him. My seed drips out of his hole and back onto my legs too. Instead of feeling filthy, I feel deeply possessive and horny again.

“That – that was a wonderful surprise Sir,” he says, his sternum heaving.
“Mnnnh…you were divine. Did I trigger something? You made a mess on my leg.”
Henry lifts up the apron corner. “I think you triggered a small anal orgasm, Sir…I felt like someone was blowing up a balloon in me and it popped and then it just felt wonderful. I feel so light.”
I smirk. “That is how it should be. That is the joy I give you.” I plant a kiss on the tip of his nose.
“Thank you Sir, for that gift then.” Henry nuzzles my cheek. “I am afraid I have soiled your pants Sir.”
“You can scrub the semen stains out after dinner. I don’t think I can get up right now Henry, fetch me a clear pair of slacks would you?”

I watch in great amusement as a pouting Henry dismounts me and wobbles off like a baby deer, one hand pressed between those round ass cheeks. I sip my cranberry vodka and look over at the chicken roast. I must be the luckiest man in the world. 

As I sip, my thoughts drift back to that idea of a housewarming party. I like the idea more and more. I want every homophobe in that office to be jealous of what I have with Henry. I want them to see our chemistry, our happiness. I also want them to see hickeys. I swirl the ice in my glass. Yes, yes, for sure. I can hear Henry approaching with my pants. After dinner, after he’s scrubbed my pants and done the dishes, I will fuck him silly and give him those lovebites for the week.

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Text is fictional. I pulled this image from this post.

Remote Control

Remote Control

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slave2766:

2 weeks 2 days and counting..1 week 5 days and counting…

When Sir travels it’s tough. He isn’t just heading to another town he is continents or countries away. This time is different this time he left me wearing his collar and with my cock locked away. Technology means we are in contact but it doesn’t change the distance and the lack of physical contact.

Work can’t fill the space, gym is only a minor distraction its like part of me is in a holding pattern.

Sometimes I wonder if Masters’ understand the level of disconnect subs and slaves feel?

This slave is lucky because Master knows. When he travels he leaves me tasks to complete take care of his boots, sort out the play equipment, a schedule for gym, working naked and collard.

None of it is big stuff but it helps me keep my head on straight it reminds me of his care.

The tasks help but they cant get me over the building sexual need. A few days are easy,  week not so much, 2 weeks and I’m crawling the walls. This time I’m locked even if I wanted to and he had given permission I cant cum. It has created a roller coaster of emotions.

Some days its a slow burn, others a burning ache, now I drip when he sends a message. My cock throbs and my cunt twitches at even the simplest sexual thought. He knows and winds me up even more when we chat online. What is funny when he is in town becomes torture when he is away. He talks about what he will do when he gets back, he lets me tell him about the pictures in my head.

The truth is I could go online and hook up take care of the physical need. I could but I won’t.

Once the choice was made I knew control of my sexual expression was no longer mine. The choice was made freely and with full understanding of the reality his career imposed. Being locked added to his control.

A consequence of the choice is that for now I suffer. Master can get sexual release knowing I can’t, he can experience his power and control over the miles.

This reality is far harder than I ever imagined. First he allows me to re-engage my deepest sexual needs, then he teaches me how they can be met in service to him, after what seems an age he collared me then just when I have settled he ups and goes for a month.

He said I would “learn my place” its hard to know that you are not the first priority. It goes against the messages that our culture sends us. He said he would become the center of my sexual life and he has.

Submission is not for sissies, its hard work every day. He is the single most important relationship in my life, he gets to set the rules, I mold my needs to his.

None of this changes when he travels his control might be remote but it is as concrete and complete as if he was sitting in front of me as I’m writing. 

For now I will deal with crashing hormones and emotional swings. I will look after my tasks and communicate when we can. I will spend my night imagining what he is doing and dream of how this slave will show it’s devotion when he gets back.

Because he is Master and I am slave.

The slave learns that the night of relief that will follow when his Master returns will be worth all the waiting. His Master will use his body and obtain pleasure from his slave, and in return the slave will benefit from his Master’s happiness to his obedience.