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There's nothing I look forward to more each year than sitting on comfortable chaise lounges and drinking cocktails with my colleagues as we watch our slaves compete in the games.
He was so anxious about the debs that the offer seemed like a godsend, and the contract stipulated that no one but the men in the room would ever know about it. He certainly didn't want his girlfriend, family, or buddies knowing. He'd never even touched another guy's cock so being the center of an all male gang bang, which included unlimited oral and anal insertions, would be really unpleasant, but it was only for sixty minutes and then he could put the experience and his debts behind him. Now, as he looked at all the men of different ages and races as well as the sea of hard penises ready to stab him in both holes and fill him with cum, he started to have doubts. He knew, however, it was too late to go back. He felt a knot form in his stomach as he entered the room to cheers. Hot bodies swarmed around him and rough hands ripped off his socks and underwear, forcing him onto the bed with his legs up and mouth open.
My older bro is your classic jock douche, and he's always making fun of me and my friends cause we're into stuff like hypnosis. He says we're fags and that hypnosis doesn't work. Well, maybe he'll believe it when he sees the pics of himself telling our neighbors about his first year in college. Hahahaha!
Don't look at me like you don't fucking speak English! Get back under the water! I decide if and when you breathe, mother fucker!
When you finally have the proof that your buddy has been dicking his son for years.
He looks like a cute puppy dog, doesn’t he? I’m sure throughout his life people messed up his hair while telling him he’s a good boy. It’s that cuteness that made me want to own and rape the fuck out of him. That’s why I’m a sadist. As I see it, a boy this cute needs to be controlled and tormented 24-7, which is how we sadists think.
You’d like the things he has to say. He’s a thoughtful and interesting guy. For that reason, I don’t want him to speak a word until I tell him he can, ideally years from now, which is why I keep him muzzled. The thought of making sure he doesn’t speak for three or four years, at least, makes me almost as hard as the thought of allowing him to cum only once a year or requiring him to cum at least 10 times a day. I haven’t decided yet which will be the most difficult for him, and therefore the path I’ll stick with in the long term. I may mix up whatever I choose if I feel he’s getting used to it.
What’s for certain is that my cock and tongue will spend a lot of time in his asshole. If you think a pup like this has an ass dusted with a bit of hair, you’d be wrong. It’s completely smooth, a clear sign that he’s designed for rough and extended cuntings. I know it’s hard for him to understand at his age that he’s just a hole (and just one, and thus the muzzle) to be fucked and seeded for the pleasure of my cock. His circumcised penis, with its mushroom cap of a head, is simply a source of torment and frustration. He’ll eventually come to realize that, but it could take years. If he is able to derive any sexual pleasure, it must all come from the jackhammering of my dick in and out of his boy butt and the squirting of my warm semen deep into his rectum.
Sometimes when I’m watching TV and drinking a beer, I think of him chained naked in a cage in the basement, and wonder what his life would’ve been like had he not been devoting it solely to being a cum rag and pain pig. I think he would’ve done great things, and that really turns me on and motivates me to go and rape his smooth boy butthole again.
Can you stop? Fuck no! That was only 100! Keep going till I tell you to quit. Let those people watch if they want.
"Hey. It's okay. I know the first time getting skull fucked by some disgusting old man can be pretty traumatic, especially when he forces a big gloppy load like that down your throat. But don't let it upset you. Seriously. I just made $150 off that load, and you're not going anywhere."
He was too drugged to yell for help or crawl very far so I just drank my beer, stroked my cock and anticipated what the inside of his virgin fuck hole would soon feel like.
There’s a line between reality and fantasy
This blog often blurs it. There may be things that I type about or fantasize about online that represent a heightened reality that may or not be synchronous with reality. I like having a forum where I can express myself without inhibitions. I know I’ve occasionally offended people with my posts with the statements I’ve made on gender roles, faggot inferiority, and the like. Frankly when I’m operating at my full primal monkey-brain level, I enjoy the fact that people have been offended.
Sometimes there’s a conflict that I have between wanting to discuss topics I find hot in fantasy and being responsible in my presentation of those fantasies so that people don’t take something too literally and get hurt somehow. There are certain posts I’ve deleted and subjects I’ve generally avoided for this reason.
I’m an idealistic, daydreamer kind of person. That’s why sometimes I function best with Doms who can ground me back to reality sometimes when my fantasies get too crazy. Thus, I become dependent on them (at least in part) for rational thought. Which, come to think of it, paradoxically fulfills my fantasy of submitting to a Man.
In short, if something offends you on here:
don’t take it literally
but still masturbate to it.
The point of creative writing is fantasy and stretching the bounds. Don't let inhibitions hold you back. There are few greater crimes than being boring.
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Worldbuilding: Cum Vampires
Cum Vampires are one of the most dangerous creatures in the Outlands, due to the fact that they’re nearly completely indistinguishable from a regular human. They often live within communities or towns with no one the wiser to their activities.
People become Cum Vampires through ritual. This involve a Cum Vampire milking a victim until the brink of death, when they’re completely dry, and just before they pass over the edge the victim is fed the Cum Vampire’s sperm. A process of torturous transformation begins, and after 3 days, if the victim survives, they will be a cum vampire.
Cum Vampires subsist off of cum alone. It isn’t necessarily the genetic makeup that provides them sustenance, but it’s the life force inside the cum. They can use the magic to sustain themselves. Young, virile cum will sustain them more than the jizz of older guys, and this will often affect a Cum Vampires choices.
Cum Vampires are magical creatures at heart, and this is most expressed through their hypnotic gaze. Once a Cum Vampire makes eye-contact, very few people can break through the mind controlling magic.
If a Cum Vampire tries to ignore their hunger, one of two things will happen: they will either die, or more likely they will go into a frenzy. In a frenzy, the Cum Vampire will hunt down the nearest guy and milk him until he’s dry. At the end, most time the victim will be dead, or they will be completely braindead, their brain overloaded with endorphins and Cum Vampire magic that they can no longer think.
There are groups dedicated to hunting down Cum Vampires, but they are seldom successful and more often target the wrong person.c
I'm not an expert on vampires, but I think there are different kinds in different places.
My grandpa was from Hungary, and they take cum vampires very seriously there. According to him, Bram Stoker modeled Dracula somewhat from cum vampires but reasoned that polite society would rather think about fair maidens having the blood drained from their delicate necks rather than strapping youths having the cum sucked violently from their hairy nuts. He said cum vampires were frighteningly common in Austria-Hungary, but their numbers declined there during the Great Outward Colonization. He believed they had come to the U.S. and other places and were operating more openly here than anyone realizes.
Cum vampires are not disgusting ghouls who sleep in coffins, transform into bats or disintegrate from sunlight. In fact, they are notoriously aristocratic prima donnas who use enslaved young male labor to build their mansions surrounded by impregnable walls, clean their rooms, tend their fields, and of course provide their nourishment.
The captives, who almost always range in age from teen to early twenties, are kept naked in dungeon pens and released only when there is work to be done. At all times, the thickness of each boy's penis is used as a gauge of when his semen levels are peaking and he is ripe to be drained. Therefore, the inevitable erection, especially in young males unable to masturbate, is for the vampires like a timer going off on a sausage plumping in a hot skillet. Just the natural act of the cock head pushing its way beyond the foreskin due to thickening from hormones and blood ensures terrible pain in the immediate future for the unfortunate youth. The lads learn quickly that the slightest release, intended or otherwise, of ejaculate will attract a slew of hungry vampires at lightening speed.
You may not want to hear how the feeding process goes.
Using their super human strength, they grab a boy by the buttocks and raise his hips to their hungry mouths, like drinking from a large chalice or bowl. From this position, they sink their cobra-like fangs into a testicle and suck out its delicious and intoxicating mix of semen, blood and life force. It's an excruciating and agonizing experience for the boy but pure heaven for the vampire whose eyes glow red like embers as they feed and feel the power coursing through their limbs.
It's a cruel joke of nature that males have two balls, because it means vampires almost always feed in pairs, one on each nut. They can smell the potent mix of fear and semen from many miles away and arrive at lightening speed to join in a feast. The ejaculate from the penis lacks the blood and life force strength derived directly from the gonads so it's left for the weak.
My grandfather often retold his experience witnessing two vampires feasting on a young lumberjack in the Dark Wood just beyond Budapest. The youth fought mightily, but his clothes were ripped quickly into shreds from his naked body, and he was held upside down, spread eagle, with each vampire holding with one hand one of the lad's ankles. The poor boy screamed and grasped wildly at the ground for sticks and rocks to throw, but the vampires weren't remotely bothered. While the boy's washboard abs twisted and rippled like a squiggly chain of wooden blocks, the vampires plunged their fangs into his scrotum and slowly savored their meal. The thick tangled thatch of his black pubic hair, which covered his chest, belly, ass and legs like a pelt, tickled their chins and cheeks. The draining lasted about a half an hour, an agonizingly long time for prey, but vampires consider it ill-mannered to eat quickly. In the final ten minutes, a weaker vampire arrived to suckle beads of ejaculate directly from the lumberjack's dangling uncut penis like a dog devouring scraps.
Putting all the sensationalism aside, I think cum vampires suffer from a lot of misperceptions and provide an important public service by thinning the herd of young alpha males who have few natural predators. I hope you agree with me, and I'm happy to answer any questions you have.
You looked good out there, real good, and I think you just might make the team. But before you get dressed, I want to see you in my office.
The team captain didn’t enjoy it when the new studs talked back, so he decided to gag them with their own mouth guards. It worked well.
There are always subtle clues as to which player the captain has turned into his bitch, and you can spot them if you look carefully.
“ I’m sorry coach, please I’ll do better” the stud begged “ I’ve heard the before, you know the rules. Strip and bend over” the coach said in a cold voice
When the boys on the wrestling team heard the news, they erupted in outrage.
"I'm sorry, fellas," said the coach. "But these are lean times, and we all have to do our part. It's simply too costly to have a private locker room so you'll just have to change in the gym."
"In front of the whole fucking school?!" a player blurted out.
"Watch your language," coach snapped. "No, goddammit. Only the people who come to the match."
The coach knew that match attendance was at a record high, and this would push it to standing room only. Not only did it increase the visibility of his team, it satisfied his deep sexual kink for sadism. He loved finding subtle ways to exploit the boys, like by selecting the cheapest singlets possible that essentially disappeared when worn, making their bodies and underwear or jock straps about 95% visible to the audience. After just one or two games, anyone attending a match knew whether a boy was hairy or smooth, the type and brand of underwear he wears, whether he's cut or uncut, and how he positions his penis in the pouch. The public undressing would take away the last vestiges of their privacy.
"Grow up, boys" he commanded. "No one out there wants to see your junk."
Of course, he knew everyone did.
The whole team had just finished practice, it was a hot an exhausting day. But coach was kind enough to provide the team with Gatorade. Little did the know coach had put something extra in their drinks. Half the team was out cold and coach quickly got to work after practice tying and gagging his new toys before bringing the home and awaiting a buyer.
Depending on the price, of course, I'll take the first one. I need a pain slave who can take a lot of torture and rough anal jackhammering.