There is only one appropriate caption for this: Unf, dat ass.
Tag: goddamn
Vicente Ochoa Perez – Lamov Compañía de Danza
Reblogging this because it made me say, “woah” out loud. Just beautiful.
“Thank you for returning him. When the report is filed, you shall receive your reward,” Master Torres says with a nod of his head.
“No, thank YOU Sir. The money is insignificant. I’m glad you got your boy back. Did he really run away? Didn’t seem to put much effort into it.”
“It’s more accurate to say he got out. He’s been mad at me a little cause I with-held his milking date cause he misbehaved and I found out. Also some jealousy issues. General frustration. And he’s not so good at communication. It happens sometimes with slaves. So they get out and go wandering around, only to realize an hour later that they are totally lost without their alpha there to guide them. There’s nowhere to go. Home is in my basement. Inevitably, as in this case, they wander toward the nearest area with lots of men and hopes someone knows what to do.”
“Ooohhh. Yeah it was pretty obvious what was going on once we realized no one was keeping an eye on him. It says ‘slave’ on his back too.”
“He often forgets its there,” Master Torres says with a soft chuckle.
“Well, in this case it helped.”
“Indeed. Thank you for calling the hotline, again. I’m now going to go take him home, feed the hungry welp, and punish the hell out of him for scaring me like that.”
“…Will he get milked?”
Master Torres tilts his head. “Maybe. Depends how he takes his whipping. Alright, boy let’s go.”
“Bye now, take care!”
I watch Master Torres escort his boy out, talking softly to him. I barely catch a glimpse of Master Torres kissing him softly on the cheek. I don’t think I was supposed to see that. I could tell he was really happy to get his boy back. I’ve heard horror stories of boys getting kidnapped. I’m glad I could be part of a happy ending. I set my duffel bag down and start to get ready for my work out. God, I wish I could afford to care for a slave one day! With this reward money, I’m even closer to the pricepoint. I feel invigorated. Life goals, life goals, man.
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Text is fictional.
Spankings are not just a form of discipline. They are opportunity to explore the soul. They can allow a boy to express himself and release all of the feelings bottled up inside him. They can allow a Dom and sub form a bond that extends beyond the definition of words. Yes, it can be sexually exciting. Yes, it can push lines of desire. But it can offer so much more if you will only open yourself up to it.
From a young age we are taught spankings are authoritative. That only someone in charge gives out spankings. On top of this we learn that spankings are suppose to evoke an emotional response. This mentality carries with use though out childhood into our adult lives (Dom or sub).
A boy like me loves spankings because it reenforces that I’m not the person in charge. It allows me to give up control to someone who can handle all that control and power. It gives me a safe space to be powerless and vulnerable to external pain.
Thats a big part of the emotional aspect as well. Beyond just giving that person power, I’m giving them vulnerability. I am opening up to them in a way most people won’t ever see. I’m literally giving them me and putting myself in a situation where I may whine, kick, struggle, shout, and cry. I’m putting myself out there to open up emotionally and that is special. Special to me but more importantly it should be special for him.
Sir very good words and images Sir
Ok, those are some lovely, heart-felt words and all, but why has no one said anything about the jiggle on that as?? Goddamn! That boy’s ass exists to be spanked. Not spanking him would be sheer neglect of his purpose on this Earth.
Yes Sir!!!
“Time to start your transformation, faggot,” he announced, crossing his python sized arms. He then sighed at the fag’s reaction. “….Why do they all ejaculate on the floor when I say that?”
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Text is fictional.
Has the bf let you out of chastity yet?
Yes, he has… Story time! =P
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We spent all Christmas with family, except for Christmas day. When we arrived home, he immediately ordered me to undress and get the ropes ready. He tied me in a chest harness, with my arms at my sides. Then he blindfolded me, put on some nipple clamps and used two extra pieces of rope to tie my hands to the bedframe, so I could juuuuust touch myself slightly when he unlocked me. He then edged me for a few minutes and left me squirming there as he spent some time in the kitchen. He came back twenty minutes later and edged me again.. and again… and again…. for quite some time. My nipples got quite sore, so I was quickly moaning loudly as it was at least one and a half month since I came. =$
I asked my boyfriend f I was allowed to cum.
‘How many times?’, he grinned. Apparently he wanted to negotiate and I was not quite sure what the right answer was.
‘Two?’, I said hesitantly
Bf grinned again, ‘four, at least’
Those last two words made me shiver. I know how much my boyfriend loves forced orgasms after a long edging. I can cum multiple times in a row fairly easily when I’m jerking off myself, but with my boyfriend in control, I knew every one of them was going to be agonizing and probably ruined. I decided to lower my bet:
‘One?’
My boyfriend said nothing. Meanwhile the touch of only one finger was keeping me on the edge and I was not sure whether to fight against cumming, or to try my best to tense my body trying to spurt a load. Not that I would be able to… In the end it’s always my boyfriend who makes that decision, as he’s perfectly capable of stopping riiiiight on time. I’m such an easy read. >_<
I sighed..
‘Zero then?’
My boyfriend raised an eyebrow: ‘Oooooh so you don’t want to cum? Is that what you’re asking?! You want me to lock you back up?’
I squirmed and didn’t say anything. Lots of thoughts raced through my mind; Yes locking back up would be hot, but bf said I deserved an orgasm and he promised that. Yes I love to finally blow my load all over myself, but my boyfriend would probably ruin it and give me some serious post orgasm torture…. There was no way to win this game, it wasn’t me who was in control.‘If you can’t make up your mind, I will’, bf said. He took off the nipple clamps and gave them a good rub. I swear I almost came from that alone! Then he started with agonizingly sloooow strokes on my cock. First with a firm grip on the shaft of my cock, then only the tip, then only three fingers.. two fingers… eventually he had me edging with only the tip of his tongue flicking against my glans. The slightest touch would be enough to get me over the edge. He stopped for a minute and started the cycle all over again and I still had no idea if I was allowed to cum or not. He repeated, and repeated and repeated, while I laid there enduring this edging heaven and hell in one. During the final cycle, bf kept his tongue flicking against my cock head. My moaning increased. He didn’t stop. I tensed my legs and arched my back as far as the ropes allowed. He didn’t stop. I shaked and screamed. He didn’t stop. My whole body tensed up as he went over the point of no return, I was cumming hard and still…. He didn’t stop. Fuck it was intense to cum with so little stimulation. Right after I came, I was so incredibly sensitised that my cock hurted from all the stimulation. I was panting and quite blown away by the experience.
My boyfriend noticed that and stopped the post orgasm torture… He took off the blindfold, untied the ropes and laid down next to me with a smile. He hugged me tight and whispered in my ear: ‘Merry Christmas, dear!’
Wow. Now that is an excellent Christmas present – relief, love, bonding! Even Santa can’t deliver that.
This is my personal attempt of getting into the Christmas spirit.
The big day is finally here 🎄❤️
Beautiful shot! You should give this as a card to your boyfriend and write: “You light up my life” on it <3.
“I think I ate too much food.”
“I know you did.”
“Ugh if you know I did, then I definitely did.”
“Cause you ate mine too when I couldn’t finish it,” I chuckle.
Kip groans. “This holiday is terrible. Terrible for my stomach, my gym diet…”
“Your ass still looks amazing.”
“Does it?” Kip asks, hopeful.
“Like a big fat marshmallow.”
Kip sighs. “Thank god. I’m going to pass out for a bit. This anaconda needs to digest the baby antelope it just ate.”
I chuckle and kiss his head. “Ok baby. You do that.”
“…Why oh why, did I eat so much pie?” Kip mutters to himself.
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Text is fictional.
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.
fag in heaven:)
Beautiful nips deserve his worship!
“I’m telling ya, fags are fun but you have to set limits. If you don’t, they’ll suck your tits all day! Makes ya horny but it also makes your nipples sore. Gotta set some limits. Trust me, they’ll be happier when they never know what they’re getting that day. Keeps them eager.”