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.

(Source: boundhung, via the-alley)

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."

(Source: underwearnewsbriefs, via hotguyshotunderwear)

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)

Mark looked up at Melissa as he tightened the straps that tied her boyfriend Aidan to the bed.
"Any limits?"
Melissa looked into Aidan’s eyes and smiled.
"No piss, scat or blood. Other than that, he’s all yours for the weekend. Just be sure to film everything for me to watch on Sunday at the party."
"Sure thing."
Melissa walked out of the room while Mark rubbed his crotch over Aidan’s face.
"Oh we’re going to have so much fun you’ll wish the weekend never ended, boy."

Mark looked up at Melissa as he tightened the straps that tied her boyfriend Aidan to the bed.

"Any limits?"

Melissa looked into Aidan’s eyes and smiled.

"No piss, scat or blood. Other than that, he’s all yours for the weekend. Just be sure to film everything for me to watch on Sunday at the party."

"Sure thing."

Melissa walked out of the room while Mark rubbed his crotch over Aidan’s face.

"Oh we’re going to have so much fun you’ll wish the weekend never ended, boy."

(Source: mastertex38, via sxekink)

Anonymous said: Excuse my ignorance but how is BDSM not abuse? Even if the person seeks it out, how is it not just continuing or reenacting a previous abusive situation?

BDSM is a consensual act. In a healthy BDSM session the slave/sub has control words they can use to slow down or stop the session. Not all BDSM is about pain nor is is always about humiliation.

Abuse comes from taking power away from someone against their will.

Healthy play is about empowering both participants and allowing them to explore feelings that they have in a safe and sane environment.

Those who partake in healthy consenting BDSM play are much better equipped at identifying the difference between fantasy and reality.

Some people find that they have trouble asserting themselves in normal situations and yet when they are dominant in BDSM play they learn to be more confident and assertive.

Some people are dominant and controlling in normal life and learn to think of someone else’s needs or learn to let go of their control when they are submissive in a BDSM relationship.

No. BDSM is not about abusive relationships, it’s about communication and trust. And if a person can’t tell the difference, then they aren’t really ready to be involved in such activity.

Anonymous said: Hello Sir, I love your blog, I'm a straight guy and after looking at your blog I'm desperate to serve a gay Master, can I email you?

You may. domn8guys@gmail.com

There is a sense of discovery for a slave when he is learning that his ass is in fact a pussy to be fucked.

The feeling as he relaxes and is filled. Is completed. The way each thrust into him causes him to take in a deeper breath than before and expel it out with a moan that contains all the desires and wants he has ever had.

How he spreads his legs and wishes he could take more. How his whole body feels like it is truly waking up for the first time, starting from his pussy up to to his stomach, his heart, his throat, his head and how his balls churn.

It doesn’t matter if he’s gay or straight. He just exists. He finally exists. He is a slave and he loves it. He can never stop thinking about it.

About the fucking that shows even men have pussies…

(Source: sexxxfix, via mister-sir1)

Tim wasn’t sure how he felt in that moment. The man’s cum was all over his face, the camera recording and the vibrator still buzzing away at his prostate.
He had taken a man’s cock in his mouth. Long, firm and yet surprisingly soft at the same time. It had filled his mouth. Filled him.
During the act he had felt… complete.
Now. Now he was kneeling naked in a park while a gay man stroked his face and told him what a good cock loving whore he was.
A cock loving whore.
He just kept kneeling. Not cleaning the cum from his face. Not saying anything. Even as two more men came into the clearing, looked at him and started undoing their pants, Tim just remained there. On his knees. Waiting to be filled again.

Tim wasn’t sure how he felt in that moment. The man’s cum was all over his face, the camera recording and the vibrator still buzzing away at his prostate.

He had taken a man’s cock in his mouth. Long, firm and yet surprisingly soft at the same time. It had filled his mouth. Filled him.

During the act he had felt… complete.

Now. Now he was kneeling naked in a park while a gay man stroked his face and told him what a good cock loving whore he was.

A cock loving whore.

He just kept kneeling. Not cleaning the cum from his face. Not saying anything. Even as two more men came into the clearing, looked at him and started undoing their pants, Tim just remained there. On his knees. Waiting to be filled again.

(Source: gaysexistheanswer, via humiliationpup)