Expression

I will be honest, I like seeing guy’s faces more than their genitals or ass.

There is something I find beautifully hypnotic and sexual watching a straight guy’s face as he fingers his ass. Or just kneels and talks dirty.

The blush. The shy glances down as he admits he has come to a gay man to be trained to please gay cock. He never even needs to ever touch a dick or show his own. He can just kneel and look at the camera, saying humiliating and dirty things over and over to me. That’s all I need to get off.

Don’t get me wrong. A collared, naked male slave of any orientation is still very sexy. But it’s the expression that sells it for me. The look of total submission. The restrained desire and need in the eyes.

Hearing the realisation in his voice. He really *does* want to serve. The shock that comes with that. The need to please.

Very hot.

And a day later he was naked, tied to a bench press and begging to be allowed to use the gay Master’s equipment in return for being the gay man’s obedient straight sex slave.
As the Master’s warm hard cock slipped into his lubed up virgin cunt, the straight boy understood what true power was. It didn’t come through violence or force. It was through discipline, acceptance and control.
He moaned as the gay Master fucked him. Fucked the alpha lie out of him and showed him that straight muscle boys had a place in the world. On the end of a gay man’s cock.

And a day later he was naked, tied to a bench press and begging to be allowed to use the gay Master’s equipment in return for being the gay man’s obedient straight sex slave.

As the Master’s warm hard cock slipped into his lubed up virgin cunt, the straight boy understood what true power was. It didn’t come through violence or force. It was through discipline, acceptance and control.

He moaned as the gay Master fucked him. Fucked the alpha lie out of him and showed him that straight muscle boys had a place in the world. On the end of a gay man’s cock.

(Source: kneesnow2, via kingbrandonsempire)

Anonymous said: Skype guy again-hopefully you accept me soon-I would love to get some training and do some serving under you. Also love your online fantasy post

I’m on skype now and I haven’t seen you. My skype is domn8str8. Message me now.

Jarratt looked at the older man.
"Lower the pants, boy."
Jarratt didn’t know what this gay guy had. But somehow he was able to convince Jarratt to strip. To beg to serve…
Maybe he was right. Maybe Jarratt was just a submissive guy who talked big to hide his need to be controlled. He was under no illusion. This guy was going to fuck him. If not today, some time soon.
He slowly lowered his pants while the gay Master stood want watched.
"You have a beautiful body, Jarratt. Who owns it now?"
Jarratt blushed and adjusted his cap.
"You do, Sir."
"And who can touch and play with that body?"
"You Sir."
"And who else?"
Jarratt looked at his shoes and the pants around his feet.
"Nobody else. I belong to you. Sir."
"Drop the underwear, boy."

Jarratt looked at the older man.

"Lower the pants, boy."

Jarratt didn’t know what this gay guy had. But somehow he was able to convince Jarratt to strip. To beg to serve…

Maybe he was right. Maybe Jarratt was just a submissive guy who talked big to hide his need to be controlled. He was under no illusion. This guy was going to fuck him. If not today, some time soon.

He slowly lowered his pants while the gay Master stood want watched.

"You have a beautiful body, Jarratt. Who owns it now?"

Jarratt blushed and adjusted his cap.

"You do, Sir."

"And who can touch and play with that body?"

"You Sir."

"And who else?"

Jarratt looked at his shoes and the pants around his feet.

"Nobody else. I belong to you. Sir."

"Drop the underwear, boy."

(Source: toxicenygma, via assraider)

An Online Fantasy


Two straight jocks stumble across my blog. They decide as a joke or a dare to contact me. Both take their shirts off and sit on cam for me.

They introduce themselves. Joke around but soon realise that I expect obedience. Rather than turn off, they quieten down and call me Sir.

They kiss each other on my instruction. First it’s clumsy, awkward, not very good. Then with my guidance they get better at it. Touching each other.

They agree to obey me. They get naked. Realise the situation and start joking around again until I tell them to touch each other’s cocks.

Silence. I point out that they are submissives. It’s not about being gay or straight. It’s about being obedient. They would be trained to keep jerking each other to the edge but not allowed to cum.

I would make them repeat over and over how they want me to train them to please gay cock. To make them straight men who desired cock.

Before they would know what is happening, they would be willingly sucking each other off and fingering their anuses.

 

They would know that before the call ended they would have fucked each other and would be coming back for more.

Anonymous said: Hello-I added you on Skype-wondering though, if you could tell us more about yourself-ie how old are you, what do you look like, hairy, smooth etc. Also, if you had to describe a "perfect slave boy" what would he look like?

I’m 6’3”, hairy, I’m broad and muscular but not ripped yet - still working on trimming down my belly. I go to the gym four times a week. My head is shaved and I have a short blond beard.

My perfect slave boy?

I have two versions that I like.

- The muscle slave. An attractive jockboy, any ethnicity, muscular and with a pert, tight butt. He’s always obedient and eager to please.

- The slim twink. Not too skinny, pretty boy. He wants to learn and will obey instructions.

I actually have a slave who fits the second category who I play with online. Very cute, very obedient. He follows this blog so hello Slave Chris.

Still looking for the first one.

My perfect fantasy online slave situation, by the way, is two straight-curious guys who agree to serve me together at the same time on cam.

I’ve had this once with a gay slave and a straight slave who were flatmates. They were unaware that they had both contacted me. When I worked out they were both flatmates who openly talked about sex with each other they were keen to do joint sessions. It was a lot of fun.

Definitely keen to find something like that again.

Damian lay in the spot of sunlight reviewing in his mind what he had done.
Knocking on the door. Seeing the older Master open it and look him up and down like he was livestock.
Standing as still as he could while the Master slowly peeled his clothes off him. Damian remembered holding his breath as the man’s fingers touched his skin.
Gripped his buttocks.
Crushed his cock and balls.
Slowly slipped his underwear down off his hips and to his feet.
"You are mine, boy."
Then the Master had grabbed the back of Damian’s neck and forced him to kiss the man. Stubble prickling at his mouth.
Hard buttons from the man’s shirt pinching at Damian’s naked chest.
The man had made Damian suck his cock there on the doorstep with the door wide open. Firm hands had grasped Damian’s head as the velvet covered hardness broke in the straight slave’s throat.
Tears had filled Damian’s eyes from his first skullfucking. Then it was over. The Master’s seed in Damian’s belly.
The man gathered up Damian’s clothes and threw his underwear at him.
"This weekend you are only allowed to wear these. Take a break. I will return after I lock the rest of your possessions away."
Damian lay in the sunlight pouring in from the open doorway. He couldn’t wait to see what happened next…

Damian lay in the spot of sunlight reviewing in his mind what he had done.

Knocking on the door. Seeing the older Master open it and look him up and down like he was livestock.

Standing as still as he could while the Master slowly peeled his clothes off him. Damian remembered holding his breath as the man’s fingers touched his skin.

Gripped his buttocks.

Crushed his cock and balls.

Slowly slipped his underwear down off his hips and to his feet.

"You are mine, boy."

Then the Master had grabbed the back of Damian’s neck and forced him to kiss the man. Stubble prickling at his mouth.

Hard buttons from the man’s shirt pinching at Damian’s naked chest.

The man had made Damian suck his cock there on the doorstep with the door wide open. Firm hands had grasped Damian’s head as the velvet covered hardness broke in the straight slave’s throat.

Tears had filled Damian’s eyes from his first skullfucking. Then it was over. The Master’s seed in Damian’s belly.

The man gathered up Damian’s clothes and threw his underwear at him.

"This weekend you are only allowed to wear these. Take a break. I will return after I lock the rest of your possessions away."

Damian lay in the sunlight pouring in from the open doorway. He couldn’t wait to see what happened next…

(Source: mintolauk, via hotguyshotunderwear)

Anonymous said: hello sir, after reading your tumblr i was rock hard. wanting to be one of the salves that you have talked so much about. I know a good slave should know how to use his hole, so i just bought my first dildo so i can train myself to handle a cock. is there a size that I should work up to sir?

Good boy. Just work up to the size you feel comfortable with. With practice you will be able to take larger and larger toys….

Anonymous said: hello master, my name is Tyler. I am new at this slave thing but very interested, do you think you could help me? do you have an email i can reach you at?

Email me at domn8guys@gmail.com. Include a picture of you kneeling in your underwear.

What Ashton didn’t tell the guys at the gym or his own girlfriend was that he didn’t wear the singlet because it made him feel good about his body. He wore it because the gay Master he served had instructed him to. And that he was under strict rules to allow any man who wanted to feel up his nipples whenever they wanted.
If a man did play with Ashton’s nipples he was to then push his chest against their hands and tell them “my master allows you to touch my body however you want. I live to serve gay men.”
Ashton had been surprised how many men would take him up on that offer…

What Ashton didn’t tell the guys at the gym or his own girlfriend was that he didn’t wear the singlet because it made him feel good about his body. He wore it because the gay Master he served had instructed him to. And that he was under strict rules to allow any man who wanted to feel up his nipples whenever they wanted.

If a man did play with Ashton’s nipples he was to then push his chest against their hands and tell them “my master allows you to touch my body however you want. I live to serve gay men.”

Ashton had been surprised how many men would take him up on that offer…

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