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by ccallenreese

“What’s he doing?” my apprentice whispers into my ear. We’re watching the slave on webcam together.
“Mm. Adjusting to his new reality I suppose. Slave psychology is actually a rather interesting thing. They naturally respond to orders and demands in a snap, but they need some quiet moments to think and decompress during the day or else they get overstimulated.”
“Is that why you told Master Aberdeen 3:30 and put the boy in there at 3?”
“Yes. It’s his first time at auction, I don’t want to stress him out too much. He’s lucky to have attracted a potential private buyer though. Master Aberdeen has fine taste and enjoys – mmm, how should I say it? decorating his boys. Number 867 here will have a good future with him if the sale is completed.”

He squints at the webcam. “I’ll have to take your word for it Sir, I still am new to this region. Still, that’s a pretty heavy chastity device.”
“Oh yes, that. Master Aberdeen is very strict about how slaves access their own bodies… believes it’s the ultimate reward and should be off limits and coveted from day 0. ‘A horny boy is a happy boy.’ is what he likes to say. When Aberdeen comes by the office later, you should ask him over for brandy or coffee or something, I bet you could learn a lot from him.”
“Not later, he’s here,” my apprentice says, gesturing to the screen.
I smile. “Yes he is. Now watch closely, see how an accomplished Master works and tests new product.”

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Text is fictional.

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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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Text is fictional.

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by ccallenreese

I love my man. We just had amazing sex. He was frustrated from work, I was bored and horny from being home all day – no college classes today. We went right from dinner to the bedroom. He was tender to me, careful not to hurt me, but at the same time tempestuous and domineering. I love post-sex cuddles, but he’s biologically programmed to pass out immediately after. At first I resented for this, blamed him for spoiling the mood, but I was a fool.

Even though my balls are empty, my head is a fuzzy mess still running on the last smoldering embers from our lovemaking. Turns out I wanted nothing more to just lie here and enjoy him in a private way. To be honest, I find it a little bit sexy that he just passes out like this. It’s so feral and masculine, the way he just dumps his seed and goes to bed now that his important task of claiming me is finished. Big man like him needs his rest so he can go back to supporting us tomorrow.

Yes, I’m truly content to just rest here next to him, listening to him breathe, watching his chest expand with each breath. He has a beautiful body and a great butt, but as a bottom I only see it in the shower. Despite his swagger and confidence, he is secretly nervous about how bottoms see him, especially those that become lovers. He gets defensive and shy when he catches me ogling him in the bathroom or when he changes. He obsesses over his weight and the perfect balance of “bulking up” and “ketoing”. Since he’s unconscious, I get full insider access to him without the risk of him getting skittish and bolting like a deer in the road.

I had a thought the other day during one of these cuddle sessions, when I was caressing and exploring the terrain of his tree trunk thighs – that it’s almost like getting to see the workings of a great machine. Under this gently curved skin are the thick cords of muscles that allow him to fuck me the way he does. Sure his big dick is what prods my prostate and makes me gasp, but those toe-curling thrusts are all due to the power of his muscles and tendons expanding and contracting around his bones.

I stay up sometimes an hour or more, falling in love with every tiny little part of him that works behind the scenes. The knuckles of his fingers allow him to grip my aching cock. His eyelids keep his dark brown eyes moist. His stubby toes allow him to dig into the mattress and get some real traction. Each little vertebrae in his spine flexes so he can bend over me and kiss my cheek while starting his thrusts. So many little parts of him… I wonder if I’ll ever learn them all, but there will be many more nights like this – he’s horny, I’m horny, he passes out. I find this thought comforting.

When I say I love my man, I mean it… I love the man, every single thing about him.

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Text is fictional. Boys are Kris Evans and Marcel Gassion of Bel Ami.

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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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That handprint on his butt tells you he’s been a naughty boy.

“Come on no one’s looking!”
Dean was a terribly naughty boy. He had the prettiest, cutest little cock for miles around and he knew it. He played with it all the time, even in the backyard, when the neighbors could hear. His dad would give him a spanking for misbehaving, or neglecting his chores, but it would turn him on even more and so he’d come next door looking for me. He’d sashay over, nibbling on his thumb, the tip of his cock peeking out of his underwear. He knew exactly what he was doing.

He also knew it put me in heat like nothing else to jerk off his underwear and see a fresh red handprint on his ass. I would tease him by tapping my dick against his buttcheek and he’d just moan anyway, just because a man was paying attention to him. When I was properly dripping, I’d lube him up good and just slam it home. Dean loved it hard, he loved his prostate being hammered relentlessly, he liked to feel the cool air against his wet cock as it bobbed between his legs. My favorite position was just to stand there buried in him as I shot my load in him, our bodies pressed flushed together, sweating together.

My favorite memories of those summers aren’t school football games, sneaking out to be with girls, drinking too hard at underage parties… no, most of those favorite memories are of fucking Dean against the wall of his parent’s house and holding his spasming cock as we came together. He was such a loud little thing too.

I know, I know what you’re saying, that was horny and dumb and I took advantage of him. I think I was protecting him, really, there was no shortage of rougher bigger men that would have wrecked his pussy before he was 25. By claiming him, and being the source of what he needed, I gave him a wonderful youth of debauchery and hedonism.

Even though we don’t live anywhere near eachother now, sometimes I still think when I get the mail, I’ll look up and see Dean walking up to me…straining in his underwear, and nibbling on thumb.

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Text is fictional.

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by ccallenreese

Sev and Igor come from a rural village where they have a strange tradition. Upon reaching 20, two men of comparable size will couple to strengthen the bond between families and to erase any simmering grudges from their youth. They determine which one bottoms by grabbing onto eachother’s cocks; first one to smile or laugh loses. Since they were away from home at college when they both turned 20, they only had eachother to complete the tradition. I was a bit worried how our frat would feel about this homo-erotic practice, but they were all in favor of cultural sensitivity. They got into the spirit of things by placing bets. Igor lost. I bet for Sev and made out like a bandit.

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Text is fictional; source is Randy Blue.

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by ccallenreese

Roger had been trying to get his pup to stay still for the last fifteen minutes so the photographer could get an artistic shot of him completely nude. It wasn’t working. Everything was so interesting for Todd, so distracting, so many things to smell, lick, hump. Without the pup’s collar on though, there was no way to control or corral 180 pounds of over-stimulated muscled puppy. The photographer was exasperated, so Roger decided to try one last tactic – bribery.

Roger called his boy on the stool – “Come on Todd, up!” and he clambered up, careful not to sit on anything that would hurt. He had quite a boner going, more out of excitement than arousal. The photographer had his finger on the trigger, waiting for Roger to get Todd in place. The pup was losing his grip and about to slide off when off to the side, Roger whistled to get his attention and shook a package of rabbit shaped Peeps. The pup looked sharply to his left at his favorite candy, and in that moment of distraction, the photographer got his shot. The pup immediately hopped off the stool and hurried over to his Master’s legs, begging for one and whimpering.

Roger pulled out a pink Peep and gave it to Todd, petting him on the head as he chewed it eagerly. “Good boy.”
The photographer whooped, “Roger, come see this photo, it’s fantastic!”
He jogged over to get a look. He was right, it was flawless. Exactly what he wanted. Roger ordered a large print of it and hung it in his office so everyone could see his pride and joy.

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Text is fictional. Gormax Photography responsible for shot; model’s name is Tom.

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by ccallenreese

How’s this for an ass shot? he texts me back.
I reply: …You told me your ass was flat and wasn’t anything special. You lied to me.
HIm: …What? No one ever says my ass is hot and my pants don’t stay up.
Me: I think you’re just not wearing the right pants, cause damn, I’d tap that. You still want me to come over?
Him: Yes! Been on Grindr all night trying to get laid, you have no idea how horny I am.
Me: I’ve been up late playing with myself and thinking how nice it’d be to ride someone hard tonight…you know I have a thing for white boy asses. 
Me: Hey do you have a roommate?
Him: Ah fuck you’re gonna make me hard too.. No why?
Me: There’s so many products on your counter, I thought a girl lived there.
Him: Er. No. Those are all mine. I like to feel nice and I use different scents on different days to go with my mood.
Me: Oh a high maintenance boy are you? Well you pick someone warm and sensual because I want you to smell delicious when I ravish you…
Him: I’m gonna go shower then while I wait. I’ll text you my address. Door is unlocked!

I smile at my phone. Gosh, isn’t he cute. How has no one snapped that cute ass up by now? Mine, all mine.

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Text is fictional.