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[thegayfleet]

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[sistinedream]

CRUEL SUMMER ( 2020 - ) dir. Bert V. Royal

[hellmonstercock]

have been thinking about the phrase “free range fucktoys” non goddamn stop

[hellmonstercock]

like, just imagine being a happy, cared-for little fucktoy… playing outside in the fields during the day, picking flowers and making crowns and chains, climbing trees, swinging on fences… brought into the building at night to curl up in a little bed or nest… inspected daily before they let you back out each morning… and sometimes someone hunts you down in the middle of the day and fucks you hard and fast without warning and gives you their come to keep deep inside you and you take it and love it because that’s what you’re for

a happy little life, cared for like the high-value livestock you are while you bring in money for the farm

[lace-deactivated]

Okay but, I genuinely love obedient, completely devoted subs so much. Everyone’s all about brats and how it’s so nice and amusing to have a challenge but there’s so many reasons why perfectly well behaved subs will always have a very specialy place in my heart and will always be my absolute favourites.

🌸 so eager to learn your rules and commands or hand signs, so they do everything to learn and remember them really quick to satisfy you

🌸 the proud look on their face when they’ve just obeyed an order, and you know they really did it to please you, to earn that pat on their head or a gentle kiss on their mouth

🌸 “please, I want to be spanked, master”

🌸 that hectic, truly sorry apology when they did something they shouldn’t have

🌸 doing everything and anything to satisfy you

🌸 w o r s h i p

🌸 no need for training them in every session or even punish them at all because they really try to behave as well as they can

🌸 you can focus on more important things like helping them to endure more pain or difficult ideas

🌸 when they misbehave, you can enjoy that punishment so much and really let out your inner sadist because it just doesn’t happen as often

🌸 begging to be allowed to make you cum

🌸 begging to be allowed to cum themselves

🌸 “thank you so much for…”

🌸 doing the most humiliating things when you order them to, without any hesitation

🌸 rewarding them feels so good because you know they really, really want to be good and try their very hardest not to do anything to displease you

🌸 “Have I been naughty?” + a very honest look of discontentment on their face

🌸 you can literally reward them all the time because they’re so so so good

🌸 they love kneeling in front of you, it’s their greatest pleasure

🌸 the smile on their face when you give them a cute nickname (“yes, master, I’m good, I want to be good just for you”)

🌸 so fixated on you

🌸 the biggest reward for them is to be allowed to touch you anf explore your body

[mommymaxie]

Pretty little thing, aren’t you honey? When you’re breaking rules, when you’re being a brat, you know just how to get out of it, don’t you sugar? Bat those big eyes, all lovely and contrite. Climb into a lap and say how very sorry you are. Works like a charm, isn’t that right sugar? 

Mhmm, you know it does, that’s why you get away with so much. You’re a spoiled thing, aren’t you pretty baby? Mmm, so tell me, what are you going to do when it doesn’t work? When those pretty eyes don’t stop you getting dragged across a lap and spanked? When that sweet voice begs and breaks and you still don’t get what you want? 

What happens when you’re edged to tears, and none of your little tricks work? What then sugar? Do you apologise and mean it? Do you stop? Mmm no, probably not little slut, you like it too much. Like being punished, like being forced to beg and mewl and cum.

[thatbrightboy]

theme update, but i’ll tweak it more tomorrow ♥

[thatbrightboy]

done! lemme know if anything is hard to read or the aesthetics seem like a bad idea!

[boyist]

[thatbrightboy]

theme update, but i’ll tweak it more tomorrow ♥

[prvttycrvvpy]

[bloodynose-rebel]

IG: mercynecromancy

🖤

[thatbrightboy]

robin that cute gardener for a prince/noble au anyone? 👀 find me in the disco at booplesnoot#2349 if you’re interested and we can work out a plot ♥

[btterflyarchive]

[asklepiad-apollon]

Historically Sacred Items/Offerings to each of the Ouranic Theoi! I made this for my Hellenic polytheism group on discord, so I thought I’d share this information with all of you as well.

All information has been taken from theoi.com as well as various historical books on the gods, and I have decided to make this powerpoint so that other people don’t have to sift through all the pdfs and books themselves.

Make sure to click each image to get a fullview! Ευχαριστώ!

[iridessence]

Being able to roam the halls of Versailles was truly one of my most magical aesthetic experiences.

IG: iridessence

[bredboys-deactivated20210509]

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[thatbrightboy]

needxaxhero​:

Tristan frowned when his father called into question his taste in slave. Why should it matter to his father who it was he wanted? He was told he could have any one he wanted. “I want him, who cares what he can do.” Tristan said shortly as he moved forward to inspect the slave himself. He was even more beautiful up close. “He’s so beautiful Father. It’s him I want.” he said running a thumb gently over Robin’s cheek, admiring the perfect young man, he was quite a vision even while filthy. He could only imagine how radiant the boy would be cleaned up. “Look how beautiful his hair is. If you’re hell bent on getting something out of him we can sell it for wigs or something.” he said with a little shrug, his hand moving down over Robin’s chest tweaking a nipple.

“If you won’t buy him for me I will buy him myself.” Tristan pouted until his father relented and handed over the money for Robin, the gleeful look on the vendor was nothing compared to how smug and pleased with himself that Tristan was. “My name is Tristan, I’ll be your master from this day forward. What do they call you? Little Apollo perhaps?”

     father was not pleased, but tristan was right -- this was his own decision. if he wanted a slave that couldn’t help him with anything, this was his own problem. the money was paid and the parchment to prove his ownership was offered to tristan himself, the vendor easily reading into the situation. ‘you will not be disappointed by this young one, sir, you will not! thank you for your business.’ and with that, the well-paid man turned on his heel to proceed appealing at the gathered crowd.      robin watched it all happen in silence, no idea what kind of coin he was worth but there was a sense of relief that someone took him in. life within a villa was always better than in the cells of a slave-trader, he knew that now.      ‘i can be apollo, yes, if my master so pleases,’ he responded in perfect manners, clearly nothing wrong with that. ‘but my mother called me robin.’ an unusual name that had always set him apart, even if he was aware a new master could name him everything they wanted. his mother no longer went by the name her mother gave her, either, so he had never grown all too attached -- his previous mistress also called him ‘apollo’ out of her husband’s earshot.      ‘let’s get him home and into something to wear, tristan, i don’t want to look at his trunk any longer than i have to,’ tristan’s father interrupted, still in his foul mood. ‘he is your responsibility now. you make sure he will be appropriately dressed, fed and washed at all times. don’t let him bring shame on our house just because you wanted beauty and not purpose.’

[needxaxhero-deactivated20211217]

Tristan normally hated going to the slave market with his father, it was too loud, too many shouting men, and clamoring vendors. The auction took too long, and he would rather be running through the fields with his friends and evading his tutors. But today was special, and it seemed the world around them knew it. It was more placid than normal, the air was warm and a light breeze billowed through the streets. Today was the day he would receive a gift, a responsibility from his father. His first ever slave, his father said he could have any one of them he wanted, and the possibilities seemed so endless. What did he want? A burly hairy Gaul? One of fair Britons? Hie eyes gazed over the lot that had been brought in, climbing up on the top of a wall so he could see them all, sitting up high as he tried to pick out where he wanted to look.

After a few short moments of watching his eyes locked on a boy. One so lovely it was like a sculpture come to life. Leaping from his perch and landing gracefully on his feet he pushed his way through the crowds to the boy. “You. Boy. Are you for sale?” he asked coming closer offering out a hand like one would to a dog to show you meant no harm.

@thatbrightboy​

[thatbrightboy]

     his previous master simply hadn’t wanted him anymore. too many mouths to feed and he wasn’t useful enough. robin had wanted to stay with his mother but the choice wasn’t up to him, so this morning he’d been herded out with a few of the other excess slaves, cash exchanged, and now he was here, standing on the wooden platform with the vendor screaming the slaves’ strengths and weaknesses. he just stared at the ground, ignoring the chuckling nobles staring up at him, fascinated by the soft features of his face combined with the organ that sat limply against his thighs. they didn’t match at all -- but nobody was interested enough to purchase him.      he almost visibly startled when someone addressed him, a voice that couldn’t be much older than he was, and he raised his face slightly to look who it was, his face tear-streaked and filthy.      ‘sir, i see you’re interested in this fine young one!’ the vendor was right by tristan’s side, hands rubbing together after he tucked coin into his purse, one of the female slaves already pulled off the stage to join her new master. ‘isn’t he fine? so delicate, so gentle! i’m sure he would make a fine addition to your household if you like this type!’ a hand yanked the chain attached to robin’s collar and he stumbled forward, leaning down until he was forced to his knees. ‘look at that golden hair, those eyes, these teeth!’ lips were pressed up, and tristan’s father closed in to see what choice his son had made. ‘what can he do? he’s too weak for hard work, what use would my son have for this boy?’ oh, he was not agreeing with tristan’s choice at all.      ‘sir, let me tell you that this boy can write and read, and he can count as well! come down here.’ another tug on the chain and robin was pulled down into the dirt, scrambling to his feet quickly. ‘he may be small but i’ve been told he is quite a good one, sir.’