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Me entrego a usted señor. Por favor ven a buscarme.

No pelearé contigo. Soy tuyo.

#[ subtitles: My chosen ]#[ subtitles: I surrender to you Sir. Please come get me. ]#[ subtitles: I won't fight you. I'm yours. ]#|| letters to Anton.

Creo que finalmente entiendo. All this time I thought you didn’t know what was best for me. All this time I thought that striking out on my own was the only way to make it in this world as myself.

You always let me find my own way at home but I know now that’s because you knew you would always be there when things got too much and when I needed your help. Out here, in New York, there’s no one that knows me the way that you do and no one that can take care of me like you do.

I thought that you wanted me to be punished by Anton because you didn’t care about me but...I learned that...I’m a submissive. I need...I need to know when I’ve done wrong.

I did something terrible while I was here. Something I can’t take back. A teacher who became like a mentor to me said that I might come to regret it and he was right. The truth is I don’t know what I’m doing out here.

Estoy completamente perdido.

I thought that running away was the answer to all of my problems. I thought that freedom would be the solution. Instead, I...completely messed everything up. I now know that running away is never the right answer. I think the definition of being a good boy is to face up to what you’ve done.

I’m writing a letter to Anton...he hurt me but maybe I...I gave him a reason to. He was just trying to do the right thing. I embarrassed him. I do too much of that to people who know better than me. So I want him to punish me. Properly this time.

Then I want him to come to Lowell and claim me. He’ll get me out of here and then I can come home with him. I’ll be good. I swear, I’ll be good.

I love you. I’ll see you soon.

#[ translation: I think I finally understand. ]#[ translation: I am completely lost. ]#|| letters home.

#cminsta.#{ my baby bOY. I forgot how adorable he fucking is. }

What are you most looking forward to on family weekend?

Oh...well...I try not to think too much about it.

Seeing my brothers is gonna be nice! I send them letters and tik toks and that’s fun but I miss them. They do this thing where they all stand around me and then slowly step closer and closer doing the ‘Jaws’ theme and then they crush me in a big hug until I wheeze with laughter. That’s what I miss.

#cmanswered.

What concerns you most about the Order?

That...that I don’t know who they are...but I know that they’re powerful. If they wanna frame me for something I...I wouldn’t be able to do anything about it. I could be gone from here, just like that, and...have to go back to---

If I don’t know who they are that means they could surprise me at any time and I’d...never know it was coming. It’s the stuff you don’t see coming that’s the scariest.

#cmanswered.#{ he just keeps thinking 'they could take everything from me. everything.' }

What is your favorite toy to be used on you?

I have to choose just one?! I guess... well I mean, I haven’t really had a lot of toys used on me. But maybe that could change? The most memorable so far was the cane...if you can’t that as a toy? I sort of do.

Maybe...you could show me what my favorite toy should be?

#cmanswered.#Anonymous

WYR, AMA, TOT, Anything!!!

#cm: hh.

#lhqprompt.

remileong·: @remileong·

Fuck - He was trying really hard to be quiet but Remi knew it was in vain. The guy behind him - what was his name again? - was pounding him so hard they could probably hear his balls slapping the submissive’s ass out on the steps. It was abuse in it’s best form and he knew it was only a matter of time before he came all over himself. With any luck, that wasn’t the only cum he’d be wearing out of the stacks.

In hindsight, the library probably wasn’t the best place for a hookup. Even with row upon row of books there were still people around. All it took was for one person to overhear or even stumble upon them. Would his partner get performance anxiety, he wondered? Remi didn’t mind. In fact the thought of putting on a show had him working his ass back against the other male. So long as Davis wasn’t the one watching him get reamed Remi didn’t care. Unless his would be claim was in to it. In which case he welcomed another set of hands. He couldn’t remember the last time he’d been spit roasted but he was open to it.

Just like that - in the middle of a fantasy - a book fell and brought him back to reality. Maybe he should have been more concerned, tried to pull up his pants or at least his hard dick, but he couldn’t bring himself to care. It was clear they’d been caught. There was no point running away from it now. Instead they changed positions, Remi turning to lean on the shelves behind him. Through a break in the books he caught sight of Camilo watching them.

“Keep going, fuck. Right there,” he panted, gaze glued to Cam’s. If the he wanted to watch Remi wasn’t going to stop him. Fighting back a grin he bit his lower lip. Remi couldn’t help but wonder which one of them this kid wanted to be.

He'd been certain he'd been caught. That those having sex so openly would stop what they were doing and shout at him. That he'd be reprimanded for being a pervert wanting to draw them. It was just what an artist did. When he saw something that captivated him he had to capture it too. Like catching a piece of time through his hands. Camilo's eyes widened and his gaze switched back and forth between the two men. Neither stopped.

He learned that Lowell was not only a place of education...it was a playground of exploration. Here it wasn't frowned upon to get naked and submit. To pleasure one another. Especially if that pleasure and submission served Dominants or Dom leaning Switches. Camilo couldn't tell if the person fucking into the submissive in front of him was a Dominant but the submissive seemed happy to take it regardless.

After what seemed a small eternity Camilo bent to pick up his pad. He took a small breath and decided to hell with it. He slipped in between the stacks through the sliver left by the shelves and stepped into the little alcove which seemed a perfect place for quickies or private talks. Camilo blushed and looked down as he settled on a chair nestled in the corner. With his gaze flickering between his pad and their moving bodies...Camilo began to move his pencil slowly and gracefully over his pad. He bit his lip, much like Remi did, and focused on the page. On the rouge of his cockhead. On the peak of his nipples which bounced with each thrust. Camilo was hard.

#remileong #para: all #para: remi.

princelai·: @princelai·

@submorales·

Settings like this are where Lai feels most at peace. Perhaps it’s a product of his upbringing, but he genuinely enjoys spaces where submissives can be themselves and engage in the things they enjoy together. Classification solidarity is something that’s close to Lai’s heart, even if Lowell’s cooking classroom is populated by those who should be sharing his air and those who shouldn’t. Still, he’s glad so many showed up to his little event, though why wouldn’t people? He is a Shen submissive after all, and regardless of the event size Lai is the perfect host. It’s why he leaves the group of legacies he’s showing off for to go speak with a peasant who’s knife work Lai can only describe as caveman-ish. “I’m sorry, it’s just no one can ever agree on the the best dining experiences in the world. Can you blame us though? Private jets can really spoil the palette. You know how it is,” he jests, smiling warmly at Camilo. Lai doubts he’s even seen business class let alone a private jet, but there’s not a hint of rudeness in his tone despite the intended put down. “Have you not taken cooking yet? You should, and soon. The quickest way to a Dominant’s heart is through his stomach! Want me to show you again?” Still smiling, he takes the knife from the other’s hand and quickly cuts the carrot in three ways with flawless technique, peacocking more than teaching. “See? Allumete, batonnet, julienne. It’s quite simple. Want to try again?”

Camilo wasn't all that happy today. Not in cooking class. Ever since Shen Lai arrived it seemed like the other legacies were hanging off of him more than they were listening to the lesson. It was like Lai thought you he could teach the class and that all the students should be happy to let him. If they were in Arts & Crafts together Camilo would have to remember this for their unit on drawing and painting. 'See?' He imagined himself saying. 'It's quite simple.' Camilo had never had his palette ruined by private jet food and while he was proficient at baking ( quite good if some were to be believed ) he wasn't a Michelin chef when it came to meals. He'd helped out in the kitchen at home of course but could never quite replicate his mother's food. "I don't really seem to have a problem getting to a Dominant's heart," Camilo smiled, as though in friendly jest, but to some ears it would sound defensive. He moved a new carrot over to himself and made a poor imitation of Lai's smooth hand movements. They were stuttering and coltish. Like a baby calf learning to walk. "Do they make you prepare their food at home?" he asked, wondering how Lai got so good. It would be another difference in their class expectations too. Camilo would have learned cooking through online videos, recipe cards, or his mother personally teaching him. Not practicing for some fancy parties or by private tutor or anything.