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…

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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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Jonathan looked back at the naked man towering over him. The tight bindings rubbed against Jonathan’s skin. The Master was lubing up a long, slender anal probe.
Jonathan tried to cover his ass with his hands. He moaned into his gag. The fraternity had delivered him naked to this man as part of his initiation. He knew what would happen. The brothers had told him. To be a part of the most popular frat house on campus, each frat brother had to spend a weekend as the gay Master’s sex slave.
It was purely voluntary but the Master looked after the frat in return. Most of the frat apparently spent more than a weekend with the Master. Jonathan had been told that he was going to experience things he had never imagined he’d feel before. The Master knew how to please a man’s body in ways that would make Jonathan come back for me.
"It’s not gay, it’s just sex."
The Master smiled as he rubbed Jonathan’s spanked ass. Jonathan marvelled at how soft and warm the hands were.
"One long moan for yes. Two short barks for no. Whenever you want to be let free, just moan three times in short succession. Moan three times now so I know what it would sound like."
A finger slipped down Jonathan’s asscrack. He obediently moaned three times.
"Do you want me to stop?"
The finger wormed it’s way around Jonathan’s hole. Jonathan took a deep breath and barked two short barks. The finger gently wormed into him. He felt himself opening up.
Master held the probe before Jonathan as the finger sawed in and out of his anus.
"Do you want me to use this?"
Jonathan closed his eyes and moaned long and hard.

Jonathan looked back at the naked man towering over him. The tight bindings rubbed against Jonathan’s skin. The Master was lubing up a long, slender anal probe.

Jonathan tried to cover his ass with his hands. He moaned into his gag. The fraternity had delivered him naked to this man as part of his initiation. He knew what would happen. The brothers had told him. To be a part of the most popular frat house on campus, each frat brother had to spend a weekend as the gay Master’s sex slave.

It was purely voluntary but the Master looked after the frat in return. Most of the frat apparently spent more than a weekend with the Master. Jonathan had been told that he was going to experience things he had never imagined he’d feel before. The Master knew how to please a man’s body in ways that would make Jonathan come back for me.

"It’s not gay, it’s just sex."

The Master smiled as he rubbed Jonathan’s spanked ass. Jonathan marvelled at how soft and warm the hands were.

"One long moan for yes. Two short barks for no. Whenever you want to be let free, just moan three times in short succession. Moan three times now so I know what it would sound like."

A finger slipped down Jonathan’s asscrack. He obediently moaned three times.

"Do you want me to stop?"

The finger wormed it’s way around Jonathan’s hole. Jonathan took a deep breath and barked two short barks. The finger gently wormed into him. He felt himself opening up.

Master held the probe before Jonathan as the finger sawed in and out of his anus.

"Do you want me to use this?"

Jonathan closed his eyes and moaned long and hard.

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Anonymous said: Hello Master, I was scrolling through your tumblr and was rock hard after a minute. I was wondering whether I could request something.. If I could give you an image and then would you mind writing a caption, like on most of the other images here?

I certainly can, boy. Just send the picture to domn8guys@gmail.com

Master loved the way the boy turned his head. No denial. No refusal. They both knew the score. As straight as he was, the slave had sought the Master out. Had begged to be moulded into a slave.
He had spoken of his desire to be stripped, admired…used.
That head turn. It said so much. For this final moment he was that straight guy who had walked into the room. Before he had stripped down to the skimpy underwear. Before he had let this gay man touch his naked chest.
Grip his buttocks…
Slip a finger down the crack of his butt cheeks and enter him…
Once the underwear came off there would be no more hiding. He would be naked. Exposed. And under this man’s control.
Master let go of the waistband. It snapped against the boy’s skin. Slowly the slave turned his head back. He looked into his Master’s eyes. Licked his lips. Then he removed his underwear himself and spread his legs.
"I am all yours Sir."

Master loved the way the boy turned his head. No denial. No refusal. They both knew the score. As straight as he was, the slave had sought the Master out. Had begged to be moulded into a slave.

He had spoken of his desire to be stripped, admired…used.

That head turn. It said so much. For this final moment he was that straight guy who had walked into the room. Before he had stripped down to the skimpy underwear. Before he had let this gay man touch his naked chest.

Grip his buttocks…

Slip a finger down the crack of his butt cheeks and enter him…

Once the underwear came off there would be no more hiding. He would be naked. Exposed. And under this man’s control.

Master let go of the waistband. It snapped against the boy’s skin. Slowly the slave turned his head back. He looked into his Master’s eyes. Licked his lips. Then he removed his underwear himself and spread his legs.

"I am all yours Sir."

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Jamie gripped the doorframe while Andrew fucked his tight straight cunt. Andrew laughed as he pushed Jamie’s head against the door.
"Man, your girlfriend is right, you are an awesome fuck. Now she’s whoring you out to guys? Cold, dude. Cold."
Jamie just moaned and let Andrew fuck him. He didn’t want to tell Andrew how Melissa had sold him to a gay Master. How he had willingly let the man teach him how to be a fuck toy for guys and how all the money he made being fucked was going into his own college fund.
Or how Melissa was recording Andrew fucking Jamie because Master was looking for more guys to serve him.

Jamie gripped the doorframe while Andrew fucked his tight straight cunt. Andrew laughed as he pushed Jamie’s head against the door.

"Man, your girlfriend is right, you are an awesome fuck. Now she’s whoring you out to guys? Cold, dude. Cold."

Jamie just moaned and let Andrew fuck him. He didn’t want to tell Andrew how Melissa had sold him to a gay Master. How he had willingly let the man teach him how to be a fuck toy for guys and how all the money he made being fucked was going into his own college fund.

Or how Melissa was recording Andrew fucking Jamie because Master was looking for more guys to serve him.

(Source: fraternityrow)