Craving To Serve

I am a man into BDSM. I consider myself to be a versatile switch so I enjoy topping and bottoming depending on the mood, circumstances and partner (but not at the same time) . I like to play with people of all genders, colors and sexual orientation, but this particular blog is about male/gay bondage and kinky stuff. If you don't like seeing cocks and balls, you may want to leave now. This is a collection of images showing things that I like to do and/or that I fantasize about. I haven't done all the stuff depicted here, but I probably would like to, eventually, with the right person. If you are curious about me here are some pictures. If you want to get in touch and say 'Hi', use the 'Ask' box.. I am happily married so I'm not looking for a relationship but I like to play (with my partner's knowledge/consent) and I am always interested in getting to know interesting kinky people, particularly if they are local (Seattle) and their fantasies are close to mine. Disclaimer: this stuff is only for adults. I don't own any of these images, which I found on the internet. I tried to give credit whenever possible but if you own any of these and want them taken down, please contact me.

[bondagebudtx]

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I think this would be even better if he wasn’t blindfolded and you could see his eyes stare at you as you piss in the funnel...

[whitecollegeslutboy4cock-deacti]

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Hooded, tied up and forced to suck -- my favorite thing.

[joshc0122]

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Tied up, hooded, edged and nipple-tortured = where do i sign up?

[masters-coyote]

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Do this to me and we’ll be best friends forever.

[hktonysm2-deactivated20201103]

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This type of gag makes me instantly hard.

[ceemaxoxo-deactivated20110601]

REBLOG if your icon is actually you.

[cravingtoserve]

I love everything about this!

[rawrub]

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Friday Night Cocksucking Fantasy #1

You are alone. The room is dark. You are completely naked, your body exposed and ready to be used, and you are a bit dizzy with excitement and anticipation. You feel the carpet under your bare feet. You wait, breathing slowly. A man enters the room. He is naked too, save for a black leather harness around his chest, a black leather hood on his head and black leather gloves on his hands. You can't see his face, but you can see his cock. He's not really a person, just body and a cock. The embodiment of a long and deeply held submissive fantasy you've been replaying in your head over and over for years, like a movie. You start breathing a little faster, your mouth suddenly a little drier. Your cock twitches with a life ot its own. The man doesn't say a word. He moves expertly. Your hands are tied behind your back. Your cock is stroked and your nipples pinched and clamped until you are hard and excited, which doesn't take long. A ball gag is put in your mouth. More stroking and nipple torture follows and you moan in your gag and get harder and wetter. A hand presses down firmly on your shoulder, which you take as a silent order to get down on your knees, which you immediately obey. The man positions himself in front of you making sure you can see him clearly and starts stroking his cock with his gloved hand. You watch as he starts to get hard. He then moves closer and begins to rub his cock on your lips and on your ball gag, slapping your face with it, teasing you. You can feel his wetness on your skin. This goes on for a little bit. Once he's fully erect, he removes the ball gag from your face and presses his cock against your lip, an unmistakeble order to suck his cock. You start licking and sucking, tentatively at first, then more and more resolutely. He pushes his cock in your mouth and starts fucking your face, slowly but steadily, holding your head, pulling you closer or thrusting his hips forward. You want to raise your hands and grab his cock or his ass, or reflexively push him away when he gets in too deep, but you can't. Every now and then, he reaches down and pinches your tits to keep you motivated. You eagerly suck his cock, your mouth dripping with drool, occasionally gasping for air. You are being used as a sexual object and this drives you crazy with excitement. When your tits are touched or squeezed, it's like a jolt of electricity coursing through your body and directly to your cock. You can't help but try and say "yes" or "more", but what comes out is more of a guttural, gagging, gulping grunt. You keep sucking until your mouth and neck start to ache. He pulls away all of a sudden, a sign that he's getting close to an orgasm. The ball gag is put back into your mouth securely, tightly. You stare, wide eyed, as he rubs his cock on your ball gag and your face again, then starts furiously stroking his cock. You hold your breath in anticipation. Suddenly, he cums over your face, and on the ball gag. The sudden ejaculation is like a bolt of lightning in the dark room. A warm, thick strand of cum hits you like a whip across the face, then another. You flare your nostrils and tighten your lip, unsure of what to do. You remain motionless as you feel the cum drip down your face and on your chest. He taps his cock on your ball gag a couple of times, as if to shake the last few drops, then smears the cum on your face with it, then he kneels down and reaches for your nipples, pinching hard. The pain is exquisite and you almost blow a load at that very moment. He lets go with one hand and grabs your cock and starts stroking. It takes only a few strokes before you finally cum, and you feel like you are exploding, like fireworks are shooting from your cock, and you scream into your gag, lips parting. He steps back and raises his gloved hand in front of your face, and you can see that it's dripping with your cum. He reaches behind your head with the other hand and expertly unbuckles your ball gag. He touches your chin, motioning you to open your mouth. You obey. He sticks one, then two, then three fingers in your mouth. You eagerly lick and suck your own cum off his fingers, savoring the taste and smell of leather and of your own cum. He pulls his hand away from your face and moves behind your. A few seconds later, your wrists are free. He steps away and leaves the room. You are alone, and for a second you are not sure if this really happened or if you just imagined it. Then you touch your face with your hands, and feel the wetness, and you smile. 

[cravingtoserve]

Happiness?

(I wrote this a while ago and had it on my Recon profile, but then deleted it to make room for other stuff. Rather than delete it forever, I thought I'd post it here, because it still offers a decent window in my feelings as a submissive)

Happiness is the feeling of anxiety and excitement as you are driving to Master's house, your cock twitching and leaking pre-cum in your underwear as your mind races to imagine what will be done to you.

Happiness is being told by Master to go downstairs in the dungeon, strip naked and wait for him

Happiness is the feeling of the carpet under your bare feet, the cold dungeon air on your skin, the faint smell of leather and rubber and countless ejaculations filling the room.

Happiness is the noise of the curtains parting, signaling the arrival of Master. The sound of his voice. The firm touch of his hand.

Happiness is the hood being lowered on your head, the feeling of Master's fingers pulling your nipples, the grunt that escapes your lips as he grabs your cock and balls and asserts his ownership in no uncertain terms in mere seconds.

Happiness is having your hands tied behind your back, the feeling of helplessness, the heartbeat that starts racing as you try to imagine what He has in store for you this time

Happiness is the impossible to describe sensation of your mouth simultaneously watering with desire and yet feeling dry as a bone with excitement.

Happiness is being able to smell the strong scent of your own cock as it gets harder and wetter and warmer.

Happiness is knowing that whatever pain Master will inflict on you, the rewards will be worth it.

Happiness is not knowing who is the other person that has entered the room while you are tied and blindfolded and naked, and what will his role be, but knowing that it will be safe and that is all part of Master's plan.

Happiness is getting edged and denied over and over, as your genitals are expertly stimulated almost to the point of orgasm but not quite.

Happiness is hearing the noise of Master grabbing some instrument or toy and trying to figure out what it is and how it will be used.

Happiness is Master filling your mouth with a gag or fingers, pinching your nipples, stroking your cock, hitting your ass at exactly the right time when you are craving it the most.

Happiness is knowing that you should not speak unless spoken to, yet not being able to stop saying "Thank you" over and over as you are filled with gratitude for the undeserved gift of pleasure that Master is giving you.

Happiness is feeling your eyes roll back into your head, your back arching against the ropes, your hips thrusting uncontrollably as you fuck the air in a desperate attempt to cum because you are going insane with desire.

Happiness is Master caning your soles with rubber hose, wrapping a rubber cockring around your balls, suctioning your nipples with a pump, stimulating your cock with a vibrator, in a frenzy of sensations that fills your brain to the point of overload and beyond.

Happiness is getting to the point where you are literally willing to do anything to be allowed to cum, where you not only accept but actually crave to be allowed to do things that you were afraid or disgusted to even consider only an hour before.

Happiness is accepting that you feel what Master allows you to experience, that you have been looking forward to this moment for weeks, months, maybe your entire life.

Happiness is to be finally allowed to have the most mindblowing orgasm of your life, feeling cum splatter all over your body and your face like hot melting snowflakes, straining against the ropes.

Happiness is knowing that Master is ready to start all over again and that you are not going anywhere.

Happiness is knowing that this is just the beginning and that if you will allow it and accept it, Master can take you even further and lead you down a path that you can barely imagine now.

Happiness is being what Master allows you to be in his presence, and knowing that you are fulfilling your purpose only in those moments.

Happiness is leaving Master's dungeon a changed, better man each time, knowing and praying that you will be allowed to be back.

(for MasterZ)

[breechesbottom]

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Looks like he had a good time

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The only thing that would make this hotter is if someone was caning the sole of his foot

[bordjack-deactivated20200106]

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I like the caning marks