StrongAndStronger24

Hierarchy between consenting males. From the POV of a mature gay Dom. Worked-out, swollen sub tits turn my crank. Ditto hot asses. And hung Doms showing off the goods.

[strondandstronger24]

Athos: Hierarchy in plain sight

It's right there, if you're paying attention. Dom-sub dynamics. In The Three Musketeers, each Musketeer has a dedicated manservant, who prepares the meals, then eats table scraps. Who gets "thrashed" by his Master for mistakes or insolence. Athos was the Alpha Dom Musketeers leader.

Dumas: "Although scarcely thirty, handsome, and intelligent, Athos seemed older because of his reserve, roughness, and silence. He never discussed women, and when others did, he participated only through occasional bitter or misanthropic remarks. He taught his servant Grimaud to understand gestures and minute movements of the lips, and spoke to him rarely. Grimaud feared Athos “as he did fire." And revered him, too.

(Image: Sarah Tolman, on Pinterest)

[men-heart-and-desire]

[depravedboy2]

Me and my husbands new boyfriend

[daddy-dave-smith]

well someone is gonna be monkey in the middle…. wonder if they have a sling

[thenaturallyerotic]

Perky thick nips 🥵

[strondandstronger24]

Dayyum

[deberenlos]

[deberenlos]

[beargrease-deactivated20120122-]

(via jocklicious)

[marklymanlvr]

An act of love or an act of dominance? Or both?

[1979sub4dom]

(via marklymanlvr)

[strondandstronger24]

(via 1979sub4dom)

Effective dominance requires speaking to the sub in the language it understands. Some subs need and respond only to brutality and pain. Some need doses of empathic guidance or paternal life-guidance. Still others need the quiet modeling of strength and authority.

[thatkelsoguy]

[strondandstronger24]

Think of Folsom-like events as the advanced edge of a rightly-ordered society, where ownership, rank, status are made clear, with apology.

[ilovebearsposts]

[sicilianobeef-deactivated201812]

Get more BEEF

[onlymendaddyhairy]

[kinkyleathermaster]

[strondandstronger24]

The Rōnin Among Us

I meet unowned subs who yearn for the direction and guidance of a Dom, and don't have one. In Meiji Japan, rōnin meant "a person of the waves," a samurai warrior who had left or lost his lord's service. They wandered the roads, competent and trained, but no longer anchored to their inner purpose.

That's how I see the rōnin of our Leather tribe: often invisible to their leather brothers, or reduced to "meat." Outside the major U.S. cities, they are sometimes quite alone, sometimes lonely, a minority within a minority. Their yearning to submit and serve still burns bright, but has yet to find an outlet.

What to do? I want to see them, bear witness to their submission journey, and encourage them to keep going. That's a start, right?

[latindude817]

[allduerespect]

the year ends as it began under His control and in His service

[obeyyourhusband]

Under His control. Taken and kept there.

[strondandstronger24]

Yes, this sub is pinned firmly in place. Not just externally, positioned for another cunting. More important, held internally, by his SIR, the sub's place in the world set and validated.

[augustblackleather]

[pardon-my-hardon]

[strondandstronger24]

HE has trained HIS subs well, to respond to non-verbal cues. This means, "Down, boy! Remember whose house you live in, under whose direction."

[pits-anthology]

[ostb2]

Consummate the marriage

[the-masculine-alpha]

Your office bully found those humiliating photos of you and finally understood the truth — that you secretly craved being reduced to nothing in front of real men. From that moment on, he made sure your old corporate life was over. No more pretending to be respectable, no more hiding behind office clothes and fake confidence.

He forced you to resign and turned you into his full-time house help instead, reminding you every single day exactly where you belonged.

But before ending your career for good, he decided to give you one final walk through the business district. While successful men in suits passed by, you followed obediently behind him, carrying his bags and avoiding eye contact, completely aware of how pathetic you looked compared to them.

Every step was humiliating, and he enjoyed every second of it — occasionally smirking, tightening his grip on your leash, making sure you understood that your old life was gone forever.

You really are lucky to have such a considerate bully.

[master-abraxas]