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by ccallenreese

You don’t take a kid into a toy store unless it’s on purpose because you know your kids will want you to buy everything in the store. When taking the slave for a walk, same principle applies. Avoid all bondage stores, piercing stores, shoe stores… When you’re a well recognized face in the neighborhood though, it’s hard to just stroll past these places without saying hello.

When we walked past the store where we bought what he was wearing, Max, the owner, was standing outside. He greeted me with a big hug and thud on the back and took us inside to show us the new line of books he was carrying. Well, there were a lot of pretty men in this books and I got more than l little distracted. When I looked up, my slave was crouched by the jewelry cabinet and was giving me those puppy eyes. Of course, he saw something he wanted. Of course. It’s so hard to say no to him, he’s such a good boy.

…and yes, I bought it. A silver chain for him to wear for social settings where he couldn’t wear his collar. And I bought a book. I’m seriously a push-over outside the dungeon. But my boy is happy and that’s what matters to me.

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by ccallenreese

“How’s it fit?” he asks.
“Snug,” I reply.
The vendor looks pleased and gestures to the rest of the wares in the boxes. “Well adjust yourself a little, take your time. Don’t rush it.”

I take his advice, tugging on it, testing how tight it is. I think He’ll like it. I don’t really know what else to do. When you have a fight with a Sir, it’s not like you can apologize flowers and a card. Men like that need more, not hollow symbolism or vague imagery. They need something solid, and blunt, something more than just kneeling naked at their feet. For most gay couples that would be the ultimate sign of submission and trust, but I’m nude all the time anyway and kneeling several times a day in respect is standard protocol.

How do you tell a Master He doesn’t have to be scared? Half the BDSM scene glorifies coaxing subs out of their shells, but no one talks about coaxing out the Masters. My poor Sir. He’s such a natural and it overwhelms Him to feel that urge coursing through his veins. He is shocked to see it staring back at Him when He looks in the mirror dressed for a session.

I want him to collar me. I’ve caught him looking at collars online, but he refuses to talk about it. For the past few years my Master’s kept me at a distance, acts like He keeps me around purely to fuck me, but I know He wants more. He wants Us, he’s just too chicken to admit it.

It wasn’t my place, but I called Him out on it after the millionth time He insisted I’m his “boyfriend” at the bars but his “sub” at home. After our fight, He told me he doesn’t need a mouthy slave and sent me away with the pain of regret fresh in His eyes.

This will have to do the trick. I know my Sir’s had a chastity fetish for a long long time, but He’s never brought it up with me. It’s just one of those things, like the titles, the collar, and talking about our feelings. Once the key is in his hand, He’ll have a physical object that embodies how much he controls me. My Sir will be forced to take care of and supervise my chastity…He won’t be able to stay away from me this way, all tempting and horny. When I’ve snagged Him, I’ll crack Him open and get him to spill all those bottled up feelings. Is chastity therapy a thing? Well I’m gonna find out. He means too much to me to just let it end like this.

“Yes…I’ll take this. Can you help me get fitted with the sleeve please?”

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by ccallenreese

“Quintus,” I sigh. My slave is hopeless. We’re having a heat wave here in Rome and he’s trying to cool down by dumping an amphora full of water over his body. The thin muslin clings to every curve and becomes fully transparent. He looks down at himself and seems to just realize this. He looks up at me and gives me a sheepish look, “I didn’t think it’d be so transparent, Sir…”
I let my eyes linger on his long, dark cock. His nickname is Horse for a reason. It’s brutally hot here but all I want to is to take him to bed and ravish his body as he cries out and grabs the pillow. I walk up to him and hold it in my hand, shocked at how hot it is even with all that water on him.

“Come join me in the gardens… it’s cooler there under the trees. I’ll have some servants bring some figs and chilled wine. All this heat is built up in your lovely, vulgar penis boy…you’re going to damage your beautiful sperm. As your Master it is my job to care of you and make sure you’re in optimal health. Now come.”
“Yes sir,” he purrs, setting down the amphora. Quintus tries to tug down his blouse and realizes it’s pointless and gives up, letting himself hang out. My slaves are nearly nude in loinclothes all the time anyway, but he is still so shy. I can sense him burning in embarrassment as everyone eyes us jealously as we walk to the gardens with my arm around his wet waist. I make sure they all see the brand on his ass as we stroll past…he is mine, and will always be mine.

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by ccallenreese

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“Wow boy is that really you?” My Sir raises an eyebrow.
I try suppress a smile. “Yes Sir.”
He looks at me, then back at the photo. “So how hungover were you the next day?”
“Sooo hungover. Matter of the fact that was the day I started to wish I had someone to keep me in check…hard to believe that little thought lead me to this.”
He chuckles and hands me back the photo. “A boy unbridled. Look at you now…I wonder what the boy in this photo would say if he saw you now, with your shaved head, your collar round his neck, cock safely protected…”
I feel like I’m blushing. I always do when he sounds proud of me. “I think that boy would be confused but…wistful. A bit jealous. Curious. He’d see the potential, and it would stick with him.”

My Sir kisses me on my forehead. “Are you happy?”
“Yes of course!” I cry. “You have done so much for me Sir…I needed that discipline, my head is so clear now. No more hangovers, no more masturbating when I should be doing other things, no more piles of dishes…plus now that I’m in your service there is always a fine cock to think about too. I want it all the time though…”
He grins. “Well you were thinking about cock anyway. I just streamlined your focus. Now, come join me downstairs, all this talk of discipline has put me in a mood to make you drip.”
“Yes Sir!”

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Text is fictional. Updating from my phone so there might be formatting issues.  Fixed!

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by ccallenreese

My boy loves to wear leather, it makes him feel damn kinky and he knows he looks amazing in it. Problem is, people associate men in leather with men of authority. Also because he’s bald, and has that sexy German accent, it gives off a particular kind of impression in the BDSM scene. I’m shorter than he is, and with my long hair, people don’t immediately get we’re in a relationship or that I own his pert little ass.

I took him to our annual Leather BBQ in the Park event wrapped up like a birthday present, and when I wasn’t there to supervise he kept finding himself with all sorts of unwanted company. He knew how to handle it though without saying a word. All he had to do was tug down his pants and show off his locked cock, and they knew immediately he was off limits and taken. That cage was pretty expensive for a piece of plastic, but the protection it provides is worth every penny. On the flip side though, a chaste boy attracts a whole bunch of Masters and Doms wanting to examine him and consider one for their own boys. That’s my cue to go over there and answer questions. Lots of gloved hands caressed his balls that day, making him more horny than ever and encouraging him to stick close to my side in hopes of relief. I’m not sure he’d consider it relief to be milked in front of the entire group, but he got it none the less. He really is entirely too gorgeous for his own good, I just had to share.

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by ccallenreese

“I can’t believe you sold him to Master Eaton!” I cried.
“Well, don’t blame me, his application was sitting on his desk and he wanted full price for that scrawny little welp. Full price!”
“You didn’t check Master Eaton’s record?”
“Well, his membership was reinstated in 2013, I thought that was good enough…”
I shook my head, wanting to smack him. “No you dolt, he’s under investigation by the police right now for abuse against his last slave. You don’t know what he does to boys – his reputation… you have to cancel the sale.”
“That sounds like a lot of heresay, if you ask me,” he folded his arms.
“Take a good look at Master Easton’s record, you’ll see, he’s going to destroy that boy! Do you really want to be responsible for that?”
I was pleased to see him hesitate. “I…I made the best decision with all the data available.”
“Oh come on, Master Kendrick. Work with me here. I found the welp a nice Master in New Hampshire, lives in the mountains on a beautiful property. They have horses, and there’s two other boys and a girl there. It’s a much better place for him… he’ll grow into a man in service there.”

We both heard a popping sound and looked over at the boy.
“Where did he get gum…?” Master Kendrick wondered.
He chewed the gum and sighed dramatically, “When are we going to play? I’m bored.”

Master Kendrick looks at me. “See, Master Eaton would straighten that attitude out.”
“Yeah and murder him in the process!” I insisted.
“He hasn’t murdered anyone!”

Another pop. We both look at the boy expectantly. He raised an eyebrow. “How about you two just stop arguing and spank me?”
“Oh that’s not a bad idea,” I say.
“Yeah, I’m for that.”
“You get the paddle? I’ll get the oil.”
“Ooo I have a new one I want to try out…”

He just shook his head and muttered under his breath, “Masters. Pfft.”

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by ccallenreese

The boy knew his role was to serve his man and be available for him whenever and where-ever he wanted it. He knows better than to inconvenience his Sir by saying ‘no’, and he would be a fool to spurn a man who has selected his ass to claim as there are so few masters as so many horny bottoms. No matter how humiliating, he must show respect and hold his cheeks apart to provide easy access. His Sir also loves watch his throbbing cock slide in and out of his boy’s body. It pleases him tremendously to see it and to have a boy so consistently obedient.

Those hands were supposed to stay that way until his Sir came and he was never allowed to touch himself without permission… Sir said it was conditioning for when the chastity device arrived. At first the boy was anxious of what that meant and resented the idea, but he began to look forward to having something between his sensitive, frustrated cock and the teasing, tickling fibers of the rug.

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I watched your flogging/spanking video. May I ask why your Master was so harsh with you? It seemed like a punishment of sorts.

I watched your flogging/spanking video. May I ask why your Master was so harsh with you? It seemed like a punishment of sorts.

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Well i have to retake a class because the grade i got was barely too low to count towards my major. 

Oh bad boy. Luckily you, to have a Master that is so invested in your future and realigning poor behavior.

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“So…Mike tells me you clean dormrooms if the men are naked?”
“Yes sir.”
“Polite, too. I like that. I also like that you’re not ashamed in being honest with what you want. Well, my roommate and I have made a mess of this place. Just kind of got out of control after finals.”
He glances over my shoulder into my room. Where most people would cringe at the amount of work needed, his eyes sparkle, knowing the potential for big rewards. “I can get it done today. You have a lovely cock Sir, I’d be happy to work for it.”
I can’t help but reach down and give my cock a couple tugs. He watches me intently. “You have your eyes on the prize hm. Get to work, I’ll be watching …and jacking off. I’ll let you swallow if you’re making fast progress.”
“Yes sir!”

He was good. Matter of fact, he finished so quickly I was hesitant to let him leave so soon. So, I fucked him over my freshly made bed then coaxed him into sticking around to wash my sheets. A bottle of beer and promise of a sandwich worked. After he left, I called Mike. “Can I schedule him once a week please?”
Mike snickered, “He’s addicting isn’t he?”
“Oh his ass is so cute! Got me soooo horny watching him bend over to pick things up.”
“Did you fuck him?”
“Yes, made him wash the sheets too.”
“Glad to hear that. A lot of people are shy to ask to fuck him, but to him it’s just like a bonus for a job well done.”
“That kid is gonna go far in life.”
“Mmhmm.”

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Text is fictional. I found the source with clothes on, so maybe this pic is photoshopped?