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by ccallenreese

My pup had gotten Lasik eye surgery and would be sensitive to light for a while. I made a game out of it by tying a blindfold around his head. He’s a pup, he should be able to get around by his scent. He was downstairs taking a nap when I went to take a showers, so I was a bit startled to come out of the bathroom to find him on my bed rousing around in my dirty clothes I’d worn to practice. One of my shoes had drool on it, but it seems I’d caught him dragging his balls over my shorts and cup. When the door opened, he froze and tilted his head at the sound. Busted.

“What the – … well look at that. You found my dirty clothes with your nose alone.” I folded my arms over my toweled waist. He barked at me, grinning and panting at his accomplishment. “Well you know you’re not supposed to be on the bed without permission but… ahh hell it’s all dirty anyway. Just don’t drip pre-cum on my sheets.” He barked at me again and began to teeth at the ball. “Oh pups…” I shook my head and went to finish getting dressed. Have to keep an eye on him, though. Make sure he doesn’t stick his cock in my shoes again.

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Post is fictional. Pup is unknown.

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slavemasterthompson:

Looks like a fundraiser

Lucas had thrived under training. His total acceptance to chastity made him into a permanent slut for cock and pleasing men. Why spend your life killing your self at a desk and suffering through years of office politics and nepotism to be well liked? Luke could make a man love him in mere minutes while on his knees. Ass-kissing, in his opinion, should be a literal thing.
When Lucas’s Master heard of a fundraiser being held at their local sex and leather store, He knew His boy would be right for the job. Lucas’s identity was hidden, his vision obscured, and his cock protected in case anyone from his old life happened to saunter in… wouldn’t look right if they saw a previous priest-in-training serving three men at once. Fine by Lucas, he went deep into headspace and almost wouldn’t come out. 

In two days, Lucas and two additional boys at the store raised double the financial goal in place for the local LGBT shelter and a private donor matched it. The center was getting by on a tight budget as is, but a recent rainy season had destroyed their roof and mold had been spotted due to the delays. For the teens in their shelter, there wasn’t anyone where else to go if the building was declared unsafe for habitation. Now, repairs could get done.

Lucas was overjoyed in being able to support his community, even if it was in a nontraditional way. Plus, his Master’s pleasure at his boy’s accomplishments had him puffed up like a rooster for days. Lucas got a big reward for this – an orgasm during sex, a week in his Master’s bed, and dinner of his choice. 

Lucas found the temporary freedom in the bedroom a tad wrong; it opposed his training and his place in his Master’s life – below Him and focused on Him. After the week passed, Lucas was ready to return to his life as a controlled sub and a slave in his loving home. He did hope to one day participate in another charity event, not so much for the gain, but the look of pride on his Master’s face was enough of a reward. Well, almost. The filet mignon was amazing.

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“Aww gee, the guys are there. I really want to go out and play! If I make enough baskets, they let me suck their cocks after the game too. Pleaaase Sir? I’ll get my socks nice and dirty and sweaty for you.”

I wonder if Angelo displays his ass on purpose when asking for favors, as he knows how much I love his hole…he makes me call it a “pussy”, which I’m still getting used to. Well, it is a glorious pussy. Also, there’s a big chunk of change to be made in selling those socks. I sigh. “First replace the sheets and make the beds, then you may go. You won’t linger long after the game. When it’s over, you will shower and clean the entire bathroom before starting on dinner. Understand?”
Angelo squealed at me, dropping to my feet to press a few kisses to my toes. “Thank you sir, thank you.” He was then on his feet again, making a bad dash for the linen closet. In eight minutes he had the entire bed stripped and redressed. After smoothing out the wrinkles, he grabbed his basketball and ran to the door.
“Shorts! Shorts!” I called out after him, “I know you’re comfortable around the house wearing only your chastity device, but you need to be covered in public.”
He looks down and blushes, “Oh yes. Right. Thank you sir.”

I give him a bottle of water and he’s out the door. I watch through the living room window as Angelo jogs across the street to the park and joins the game. I originally met him this way – watching him through the window playing ball in tiny shorts with no shirt on, then joining the game myself. Someone needed to tame Angelo – his parents weren’t around much and he was constantly choosing risky decisions even as a young adult.

I set some strict rules when he moved in – curfew, permission had to be asked to go out, chores. I also controlled his cock, the source of most of his trouble and last STD, and gave him spankings for misbehaving. They were tough rules for free-spirited boy, but he needed it. He knew it. Angelo only accepted the offer to be my houseboy if I let him still play ball with the guys in the park. It was a solid agreement, and I was happy to say Angelo was thriving. He was holding down a job and considering trade school.  

I stepped away from the window and went to the closet. Having him out of the house gave me an excuse to finally wrap his Christmas presents. 

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by ccallenreese

youthfuldominance:

What I love most about this image are the items clipped on the Dom’s belt. He is constantly working to sure a good experience for the boy. He is ready to react and create something new. Just so the boy gets what he needs. 

“It’s taken me months to figure out the perfect way to display my property, boy. Today I finally achieved it – you’re completely vulnerable and helplessly exposed, your body thrust forward for me to use or abuse as I wish. I’ve stripped of your hair, clothes, and identity yet as our time together has passed you just plead harder to be used, to be fucked, to be edged. It’s not easy living up to your level of need, but I’ve finally tamed you. You were meant to wear my collar. We have so many more years to grow together, slave, but you will always look more beautiful when I get to look down at you.”

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by ccallenreese

“Ahah, your ass is like a bowl of chilled Jell-o!”
“Look at what I can do. Hit it again!”
“Well it is practically begging me-”

The old lady next door puts down her binoculars and curses at them, “Damn heathens!! Sin! You are sinners! You are going to hell!”

Mark yelled back out the window at her, “YEAH AND WE’LL HAVE GAY SEX THERE TOO!” before slamming it shut. “Now where was I?”
“Jiggling my ass?”
“Oh yes.” Smack.

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by ccallenreese

A childhood of being spoiled rotten rendered the Prince unable to do anything for himself. I had been brought in as a tutor of literature, but the Prince took a liking to me and soon he was demanding I accompany him everywhere as an escort and friend: “Zaheed, come with me to pick berries.” “Zaheed, come with me to the theater.” “Zaheed, come wash my back.” “Zaheed I can’t find my other sandal.” “Zaheed I need help organizing the books.”
Despite his helplessness, he was polite and grateful and I began to suspect he was doing it a little on purpose just so we’d be alone together. His parents were …how do I say… smothering, and there was always a maid or servant at his side. All the adults in his life had been women thus far, and I think he was curious about me.

One blistering summer evening, I was half sleeping naked half sweating to death in my room when I heard a soft knocking on the door. “Zaheed?”
I knew his voice. “Come in.” I lit the bedside lamp.
The Prince came to my bedside completely naked, clutching his favorite blankie. I had seem him naked, but never hard. The entire tip of his cock was glistening. It was hard to tear my eyes away from it. “Are you alright, my Prince?”
“I can’t sleep,” he pouted, “It’s too hot, and then when I did sleep I woke up because I felt funny and the sheets feel uncomfortable.”
I stared at him, searching his eyes for some sign he was playing with me. “…My Prince, love, didn’t your physicians teach you about masturbation?”
He stared at him. “What’s that?”
I put my hand down on the edge of the bed to hold myself up from the shock, missed, and flailed to keep myself from ending up on the floor. I coughed and arranged myself, piling the sheets over my nude crotch to hide my involuntary reaction. “Well. It’s uh. Do you ever wake up to find the sheets wet? or your clothing? and it’s not urine?”
His deep chocolate eyes went wide. “That’s what masturbation is?”

Oh Allah help me. “No, no…that’s night emissions. If you don’t relieve the build up of fluid in your testicles, your body does it for you. You can do it yourself, it’s called masturbation. It feels good.” I might as well have been speaking in tongues, he wasn’t comprehending this at all. 
“Zaheed, can you teach me? I’m tired.”
I exhaled slowly. “Alright, come here, love.”

I pushed the sheets aside so he could sit between my legs. The Prince took an interest in my cock, and without even asking reached out to touch as if it was sharp. I pushed his hand away, “It’s not nice to touch people there without asking. Now come on, sit here, back to me.” I removed his fez and set it on the nightstand. When he settled, I ran my palms over his shoulders and the sweat-slick bumps of his vertabrae. He was smaller than I, but the muscles over his scapulas bulged from sword training. There was no hair on his back, but it was plentiful below his waist.

“That’s it, just get comfortable…can I call you by another name or must I say Prince in such an intimate setting?”
He exhaled under my caresses, “You may call me Saïd.”
“That’s a nice name, Saïd.” I reached around and ran my hands over his thighs. “Now, Saïd, take your hand and wrap it around your cock.” He seemed perplexed so I guided his hand and wrapped his fingers around his member. I felt his breath hitch. “Now stroke.” Most will never have the the privilege of watching a man discover himself for the first time. First, hesitancy and unsureness, then they discover how nice it feels, set a rhythm and build a speed until the inevitable climax. Saïd was beautiful as he masturbated himself, a bright sheen on his skin, the only sound in the room was his ragged breathing. “Oh Zaheed it does feel good…”

“Don’t go too fast,” I cautioned, “Cup your balls a little… roll the tip of your cockhead in your fingers.” I watched over his shoulder as Saïd explored himself, discovering what made a moan and a gasp and what caused twitches of discomfort. Pre-cum started to drip and he played with it too, fascinated by the viscosity of it. My own erection was pressing into the base of his spine.

The Prince’s balls were hitching high in their sac now, so I knew he was close… and then Saïd stopped. “Zaheed?”
“Yes…?”
“My hands are cramping …can you finish me?”
“….Of course, my Prince.”
He leaned back against me as I found his cock with my hands. His skin was searing hot and soaking wet. I rolled his balls in my palms and found them taunt and full. I massaged the tip with my thumb and forefinger while my land stroked his shaft. “Oh Zaheed…Zaheed!” Saïd contracted his legs and curled his toes, thrashing in my lap as I teased him to orgasm. He thrust into my hands, shouting in rapture as it over came him. Saïd’s pearly cum coated my hand, his thighs, and splattered over my sheets. He just came and came and came, an endless torent. I squeezed his balls and the final amount dribbled out onto the bed.

Saïd collapsed onto me, sucking in huge lung fulls of air. I wiped my hand on the soiled sheets and gave him some water to drink. “Oh Zaheed…that was amazing…” he panted. “I wanna do it again.”
I laughed, “Prince, my love.. it’s 3 am and you’re all sensitive now. You need to go back to your room and sleep.”
“I sleep here,” he murmured, rolling halfway over and nuzzling my shoulder.
“But the mess…! You’re all sticky, the sheets, my cock-”
“Your cock?” he blinked at me.
“Yes, I need to relieve mine too.”
In the dim light, I could see Saïd’s lids were heavy with fatigue. “Ok Zaheed, you do, I want to watch.”

So there I was in the middle of the night, masturbating with the Prince curled up at my side with his cum still all over everything. Life is surreal. No one back at the University of London would believe this. It only took a few tugs before I came too, not nearly as voluminous but still a decent amount of seed. Saïd was almost completely dead. Right before he slipped away, he reached out an elegant finger, swiped my seed, and tasted it. My jaw dropped. “Saïd….”
“It tastes nice.”

I groaned.

When I woke up the next morning, the Prince was still in my bed and drawing circles around my nipples. “Good morning.”
“Good morning-”
“Zaheed, masturbate me again?”

…Oh Allah, what have I done? I’ve created a monster.

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by ccallenreese

“Ahaha bro, Is it just me or every time you drink another beer, your dick seems to get longer??” *laughter* “What are you tryin to do, make it narrow enough to stick into the neck of one of the bottles?”

“Well, you’ve been staring at it all night, so I figured I might as well make it hard and narrow so when I fuck you it won’t hurt ya too much much.”