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by ccallenreese

Birdie glanced outside the slat window. “Oh look, the chickadees are back at the bird feeder. That must mean…yep, the doves are under it, picking up the mess. It looks like the squirrels are keeping their distance. The proofing thing we rigged worked. Aw, they’re so cute and fat. Probably starving in all this cold. Hm, I wonder what those birds are? Warblers maybe? Purple martins? Probably just a type of finch. Wonder if we’ll see the cardinal pair from last year this winter. Gosh, they’re just so fun to watch. Nom nom nom! What do you think Sir?” 
When there wasn’t a reply, BIrdie glanced over his shoulder at his strong, swarthy Sir who was giving him the most unreadable, distant expression.
“Sir?” Birdie asked again. “Is everything alright?”
“I love you.”
BIrdie gasped softly. ‘Sir?” he squeaked.
Morgan’s cheeks turned ruddy under the close-cropped dark scruff of his beard. “I’m sorry, that just slipped out.”
“Did…did you mean it Sir?”
Morgan covered his face with his hand. “I … Yes. I do, Birdie. I was just sitting here, staring at beautiful sight of the back of you and I realized the reason I stopped chasing boyfriends so long ago is that I’m in love with you. I made these excuses to myself – that I was distracted, that I was busy with work, that our sex was holding me over, but I just….I just realized it. That butt is mine, and what it’s attached to, I want it to be mine forever.”

Birdie’s eyes went wide. His delicate hand was hovering over his mouth. “Morgan – I mean, Sir I – I – …I’m speechless.”
“Shit. I’m sorry. I have breached our relationship. You are my houseboy. I have been inappropriate with you.” Sir began to get up. “I’m going out.”
“No no!” Birdie cried, walking over to his Sir and taking his hand in his. “I’m really happy you told me. Oh gosh, can’t you feel that I’m shaking? I’m the luckiest houseboy in the world.  A great job, a great life, and my deepest fantasy realized! It’s like Christmas has come early.”
Morgan blinked and choked. “Really..? You feel the same?”
“If not more. You’re my favorite man in the world,” Birdie admitted. “Oh gosh, I’m going to get emotional.”
Morgan chuckled to hide how flattered he was, and kissed his boy on the forehead. “Then get emotional. Get emotional for us if you want.”
“For both of us? …but Sir, your eyes are tearing up.”
“Oh come on Birdie, let an old man keep some of his dignity.”
Birdie giggled and nuzzled Morgan. “I love you too.”

They shared a kiss on the lips. Morgan glanced over Birdie’s shoulder. “Hey, the cardinal couple is back.”
“What? Really?”
Morgan pulled Birdie to the window, and they held hands as they watched the little creatures feast.

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Text is fictional.

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by ccallenreese

“I know you’re both very horny and desperate for male validation, but you two are driving us men insane in the kitchen. Preparing Thanksgiving should be a fun, cozy activity. Your catty behavior is out of control, and you two need to learn to get along. Your Masters are brothers, so you will be seeing a lot of each-other. Maybe this punishment will change your opinions of each-other.” I turn to leave the bathroom. “Oh. I almost forgot, silly me! Where are my manners? Let me go get your vibrating buttplugs.”
“Mmmfffph!” 

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Text is fictional.

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by ccallenreese

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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pupkato:

Cute pup with cute ink

I woke up cause someone stepped on me. I jerk and flail. “Jesus, Johnny! I’m up! I’m uup! …Ok tone down the cute, I haven’t had coffee yet.”
I run my fingers through my hair and wipe crud out of my eyes. Jonathan drops the toy on me and barks, bouncing on the bed, butt wiggling. 
“Pup mode huh. Jesus, Whyyy are you such a morning pup?”
Juju pushes the bear toward me with his nose. I pick it up and furrow my brow. I don’t recognize this. 

Juju gives me a goofy look and barks at me. I glance at my phone. “Hey, today’s my birthday isn’t it?”
That sets him off and he bounces on my bed on all fours. “Woah there, woah there! Dooown boy. Down. Down. Good boy.” I look at the bear. “Is this for me?”
“Bark bark bark!”
I smile. It’s really cute. I press my own nose to it and lord it smells just like my pup. He must have slept with it. It makes my heart flutter and my cock a little hard. 
“Thank you boy.”
I get kisses for that, and I pull him into my arms so I can scratch his back vigorously. Juju groans into my neck and drools in me as my nails work him over from shoulders to hips. At his butt, I give that X on his hip a few good swats. It’s my favorite of his tattoos. We wrestle for a moment, but Juju is interested in something else.

Juju definitely doesn’t seem interested in sex right now though. Instead, he tugs on the comforter with his teeth and nuzzles me, trying to get me out of bed. I dutifully get up. Juju then herds me to the bathroom and sits at the doorframe while I relieve myself and get ready. He can barely sit still. 

I pull on a pair of shorts and begin the walk to the kitchen, making sure to take my new bear with me. Juju bounds ahead of me, excited. When I walk into the dining room, I see why. The kitchen table has been set like something out of a movie. Flowers bloom in the middle. Water and tea are all offered next to mysterious plates wrapped in tin foil. I peel them off with a smile and reveal one hell of a breakfast – waffles, eggs, bacon, and of course, strawberries with whipped cream. There’s a candle in the whipped cream. A smile splits my face in half. I set the bear next to it.

“Juju did you get up early and do this for me?”
Juju nuzzles me and licks my leg. I kneel down next to him and cup his cheeks in my hand. “I love it, and I love you. I’m going to take my bear to work as a reminder of what a loving boyfriend I have at home.” We kiss and nuzzle and I give him a hug. “Thank you for cooking for me.” 
“Bark bark bark!” 
I ruffle his hair. “I hope it’s still warm!”
Juju makes a coughing motion and looks at his bowl.
“You made this you goofball, you couldn’t fill your own bowl?”
Juju giggles, breaking character. 
“Ok fine.” I walk to the counter and prepare a plate for my pup and set it down next to my chair. My boy devours it much like a lion would a zebra, but I take my time with mine. I cherish my food, admiring every crumb and grain of salt and every flavor, the color of the strawberries and the strength of the tea. Jonathan knows exactly how I like my food. Apparently he did such a great job with it he got so excited he pupped out. Pleasing me means that much to him. I l bend down and give him a sticky scratch behind the ears. “Good boy, Juju. Good boy. I love you.”

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Text is fictional. This boy is porn star and general hottie Mickey Taylor. His Tumblr is a wet dream and you should check it out. Also he’s engaged to another porn star and has tattoos on his dick. Not even kidding.

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by ccallenreese

I never show this photo to anyone. I quietly transfer it from computer to computer, phone to phone, but never show it to a soul. I think my face looks ridiculous but that is exactly how I felt that morning. I woke up and there was a cute, naked boy spread over my legs. It was that moment I remembered I was not a virgin anymore. I had slept with my boyfriend on prom night. I remember it being strange, and not what we expected it to be like, because we were so horny we couldn’t think straight. James seemed to know his way around his hole better than me, and he gave me great tips on how to stretch him. I think he was really really eager to be fucked by a real cock for the first time. I later found out James had quite a collection of dildos. 

But wow. Sex! I couldn’t believe I had done it. It was an amazing, visceral thing. And to top it off, I woke up with this adorable creature snuggling me like a koala. Even though I was 18 and my world was very small, I still think that was one of the best things to ever happen to me though. So hot, so torrid. Just how it’s supposed to be – a fumbling, sweaty fuck between lovey-dovey teenagers. 

I was awake before James was though and found myself pretty stuck. I didn’t want to get up. So, I did what I could do – take a photo. That was the first photo of me as a man. I was a boy no more. 

I wonder what James would think of this photo. Maybe I can find him on Facebook. He has a pretty distinct last name. Aaand there it is. Damn, he got even hotter in college. Oh hey, it says he’s single. Well that doesn’t have mean anything. I’ll just…send him a message here. He probably won’t – oh wow he responded right away. Hey James, how have you been?

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Text is fictional.

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lockedyuusui:

These were taken before I had the base ring enlarged a bit, but the cage fits great. This is flaccid and erect in the cage.

I accepted a glass of cranberry juice with a dash of vodka and settled into the sofa. My beloved, sweet-faced houseboy was already massaging his bare feet. After a long day running around the stock exchange floor, I loved every second of it. After the formatlies of ‘hi-how-was-your-day’ and ‘what-did-you-do’, I moved into the conversation that really interested him.
“So Peche, I saw your Tumblr update on my lunch break.”
Peche momentarily paused, then continued the rub. “I’m really flattered you enjoy reading it so much Sir.”
“well, I think it’s good for a boy to reflect on his life a little. Encourage others to follow the same path.”
“Yes sir.”
“And I know you didn’t mean for it to be funny, but the twin photos of your cock had me laughing for like twenty minutes.”
Peche titled his blond head. “Pardon sir?”
I was trying to supress a chuckle even now. “Here…” I pulled out his phone, opened the Tumblr app, and scrolled. “Here. This. See? Your cock is shown flaccid and hard but -” I let a laugh slip – “It looks the same!”
Peche turned a deep red. “Well it – it doesn’t really-”
“It absolutely does. I have your little cocked locked up so tight it can’t harden at all. It’s all an illusion that it can harden, my pretty boy.”
Peche shifted on the floor, turning his Master’s socks rightside out. “Well – I am happy to please you Sir.”

“Mmm it pleases me very much. When I saw you naked the first time, I thought two things. One was that you took my breath away and that had never happened with a lover before; and the second thing was that you were absolutely born to wear a chastity device. The way your small member was straining so hard to impress – I felt so bad for it! You were so distracted with it, so obsessed with trying to make it bigger, trying to stroke it with your silppery fingers…” I sipped my drink. “It was a situation that begged to be rectified.” I watched Peche’s face. I could tell I was making him horny because the blush was high on his cheek bones. He wasn’t doing anything now but staring at me. I hoped he was imagining either the first time I fucked him, or the first time I fucked him in chastity. Both were equally memorable. The second night lasted much longer though. I sipped again.

“It’s just so much better now. Can you look at me and tell me you don’t like being horny for me all the time?”

Peche kneeled behind the coffee table and thought it over. He looked a bit surprised to be asked that. “well Sir…it’s…new,” he said carefully. “Being horny nearly all the time is strange. It takes discipline to set it aside and focus on other things, but when you take time to express my needs…it all seems to come back at once. It’s incredible the volume of lust I seem to feel, and at times, it feels like it will never end and I’m going insane. Then when it’s over, there’s the relief and the bliss, and I never want it to end. when it fades away, I want it again immediately. It’s almost like a drug. I hate it, but I want it, and …” Peche tilts his head again, in thought. “I realized I could either have a short, pleasurable sex experience and orgasm, or I could delay it and have more time coupling with you.” Peche suddenly looked down, shy. “I like the latter option.”

My jaw fell to my knees. Why had I never asked Peche these questions before? I wanted more personal, sensual responses like this. There was so much that went on in my houseboy’s head that I never knew about. Such a passionate boy. My heart throbbed for him. I swallowed hard. My pants were painfully tight. I set the glass on the coffee table with care because I was afraid I might drop it. “Peche,” I said softly. “Come here.” I patted my lap.
“…Am I going to be spanked?” he asked, timidly.
I choked on my spit and coughed. “Don’t be absurd. Now come here.”
Peched looked confused, but he obeyed, standing up and coming over to me on the sofa. He climbed on and I pulled him into my lap. I lifted his chin and kissed him fully, enjoying the way he tensed and then melted under me. I pressed my lips to his again and again, then I nibbled on his bottom lip and pounced once more. Peche was quickly breathless in my lap. My other hand wrapped around his package. He made ragged, frustrated noises in my ear. My pulse thudded wildly in response.

I dug around in the sofa cushions with my free hand, desperately searching for the bottle of lube I stashed there. I exhaled with relief when I found it.  
“Lift your ass, Peche,” I instructed, touching his hip. He rose over my lap, so I could reach down and free the length of my shaft from its confines. When the tip touched air, I moaned and began to rub lubricant into it. Peche was nuzzling me, kissing me, waiting for the moment when I would enter him.

He made quite a noise of surprise when I threw him down on the afghan spread over the cushions, onto his back. “God Peche you are so beautiful,” I murmured, caressing him from pec to pubic bone, enjoying the way his stomach muscles fluttered under me. Peche was red all over, blushed and a bit fuzzy, just like his namesake. His juices were dripping too. “Perfect.”

I pushed up his leg and positioned my cock. Peche’s toes curled before I even breached him, and if I hadn’t been so focused on this need to be in him, I likely would have laughed at that. His body was tight and put up good resistance, but it was not a match for me. I entered him with one thrust. Peche tensed so hard around me, it was if I was being pulled in with a tractor beam. He whimpered and fisted a pillow. “Sir!” he yelped. “Oh Sir!”
I released a big breath of air I was holding and swallowed hard. “Relax…relax,” I cooed. I didn’t move at first. I just enjoyed the view of this vulnerable houseboy, open and thrumming with sexual energy underneath me. And I had to admit, I was wrong. I could tell he was hard. His cock was dark and leaky. I cupped his balls, which made Peche arch his back and plead for me to move. Not yet. I kissed him on the lips, wishing I was flexible to bend in half and suck on his nipples. I had to settle with tweaking them with my fingers.

Peche suddenly gasped and pre-cum gushed from his chastity cage. His eyes were wet. He looked a bit overwhelmed. It was time. “It’s ok…I’m going to make you feel human again. When we are done here, I will have to tie a string to you or else you’ll float away.” I pulled out, and pushed in – slowly.
Peche’s gaze was glazed, faraway. He wrapped his thin fingers around my wrist. “Julian!” he cried.
“Shh shh…”

I bent over to kiss him again. The sun dipped low in the horizon, filling the room with an autumnal golden glow. I made love to Peche as thoroughly as I could, pushing past my two orgasms into a third, until Peche’s body gave up. Exhausted, I watched rapt, as an orgasm quaked through him from the inside out. He cried. I loved him. By that point, it was dark, and it felt like just the two of us were left in the world.

Peche woke up in the bath. I made him dinner later, and it confused him – even more so when I insisted I feed him. When he protested, I told him to shush. Part of being his Master meant more than just protecting and caring for him, as my houseboy. It meant doting on him and spoiling him once in a while to show him just how special he was to me.

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Text is fictional.

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by ccallenreese

“Of all the things we could have done today…” he says with a contented sigh.
After a moment, I reply. “We could have gone for a walk.”
“Or gone to the movies,” 
“Gone hiking.”
“Day tripped to the beach.”
“Went to a museum.”
“Returned those books to the library.”
“Did laps at the pool.”
“Go for a run.”
“Volunteered at the cat shelter.”
“Got my oil changed in my car.”
“Spend too much time on Facebook.”
“Gone to the County Fair.”
“We’re still doing that next week right? With Jen and Rachel?”
“Oh yeah absolutely.”
“What else could we have done?”
“Gone to that new exhibit at the Annenberg.”
“Power washed the driveway.”
“Solved the drought crisis in California.”
“Stop global warming.”
“Cured Malaria.”
“Built an orphanage.”
“Figured out cold fusion.”
“Stopped the obesity epidemic.”
“Those are all good things,” he notes.
“Mmmhm. But we didn’t do any of them did we?”
“Nope, we stayed in and fucked this Saturday afternoon instead.”
“How was it?”
“Amazing,” he sighs again. “I love that you let me rest on pecs. You are so comfy.”
“You are a bit…heavy. Have you been bulking up at the gym?”
“Oh baby, you did notice!”
“Of course I did. I appreciate you wanting to better yourself, and if I must inconvenience myself by forcing myself to gaze upon your sculpted, naked male body, I will – even if I have to suffer for it.”
He giggles. “You know out of everything we just listed, the gym was the one thing I actually planned on doing today.”
“You going?”
“Nope. I got my work out.”
“I did most of the work,” I reminded.
“No no, you don’t understand. Today was the day I work out my ass.”
“So …good work out?”
“Great work out.”
“I’m glad we’re getting so much done today.”
“Me too. Can we cuddle more now?”
“See? Another thing we can cross off the list.”

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Text is fictional.

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gayboykink:

Naughty Nobley caught napping on the bed!

Uh oh! Pup on the furniture! There’s really nothing you can do when your pup gets on the furniture when his Master his away because the pup will get off right before He returns ; but you also can’t pity a pup who will get punished for it because they took photographic evidence of said misbehavior and posted them on the internet. :3

 (Also – damn nice calves there.)

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by ccallenreese

“Alright, Tom. You know the drill. Won’t be much different than your usual exam. We’re just making your prostate is healthy before you get locked into chastity. You will be stimulating it a lot in order to release your build-up, so it’s important it’s 100% healthy. Hold your posture. That’s it.”
Tom sighed. He didn’t like other people touching his ass other than James. “Yes Doctor.” Tom adjusted his hands and tried to get comfortable. He’d been coming to this office since he was a kid, but everything else had changed – the doctor, the purpose of the visit, and well…the wall was a lot closer. If Tom recalled correctly, he’d smacked his head into it last time two times he had his anal health checked. No Sir, not this time. Tom was prepared. Tom was a bottom’s bottom. Sticking things up his ass was his idea of a fun evening. Nothing was going to –

Something cold suddenly pushed inside his tight sphincter and – bang! “Ow!” Tom exclaimed before he could stop himself.
Dr. Choudry chuckled. “Did you hit your head on the wall?”
“…No.”
“Sorry, I should have given you a little warning. People tend to tense up if I do, so I’ve learned not to.”
“I can handle it. I can take dildos bigger than your finger,” Tom sniffed, his pride wounded.
“Ok ok,” Dr. Choudry said with a smile. “I’ll put a note in your chart to give you a little warning next time. Alright, let’s see…everything feels normal. Cough please.”
Tom did so and try to resist the urge to pee, cum, and get hard all at once. God that prostate was a magical button. He could not wait to see how sensitive it got once he was not allowed an erection anymore. Not like he had much of a choice….James made that decision weeks ago. Tom didn’t mind as much though. James always seemed to have his best interests in mind. He liked that James pushed him a little. It really opened up his world to the potential of his own sex drive. Tom’s thoughts drifted to that time they borrowed the e-stim machine from Rick…

Tom was just getting used to that nice sensation of something up his passage when it slid out. He instintinctively looked over his shoulder to see where it went and if it would continue. After a moment, Dr. Choudry cleared his throat. “We’re uh, done. You can get dressed now.”
Tom tried to hide his slight disappointment. “Oh ok. Shit. That gave me a bit of a boner.”
“That’s normal, Tom. If you want, I can give you a moment to self-pleasure?”
Tom thought about it. “Let me text James.”
Dr. Choundry threw away his gloves and washed his hands. “You have such good discipline for such a sexually active boy as yourself.”
Tom smiled. “Thank you, Doctor.”

He texted with James, who was ready to respond, eager how his boyfriend’s appointment was going. After a moment, Tom lifted his head. “I’m not allowed to. He wants me pent up for tonight.”
“Tonight? What’s tonight?”
Tom bit his lip as he smiled. “Not sure. Maybe he’s going to finally lock me.”
Dr. Choudry was making notes. “Well use a lot of lube and play safe. I’ll bring you a cold washcloth to get your erection down.”

Tom sighed in relief. “Thank you Doctor. You know, since I started dating James, I’m starting to feel like the world is full of men who will gladly look out for me if they know I need a little help. I like that feeling. It feels …secure, I guess.”
The doctor clapped Tom on the shoulder. “I’m happy to hear it. As a doctor, my patient’s mental well-being is just as important as the physical. Anything to help keep you happy.”
Tom was sure if his cock wasn’t preventing him from putting on his pants that he would have hugged his physician.

When James picked Tom up from his appointment, he was amused to see that Tom got a sticker and a lollypop for good behavior.

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Text is fictional.