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I'm a late 40s married guy that also likes using boys hard. I've been top, bottom, and versatile, and top is definitely the way to go. I love men that like to talk dirty, and I think that words are hotter than pictures, and words with pictures are a hundred times hotter than either. There is no way in hell that this blog is safe for work or anyone under the age of majority. Sorry, kids, but you have no business here.

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The Things We Do For Love. (On the emotional nature of the Dom/sub relationship.)
Finding the Fagg.
Maintaining Your Fagg.
(Pt.1&2 of a titilating parody.)
Rapture of Service. (Post series on what a dominant male tries to provide his sub.)
Series on Punishment as Reward.

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Rapture 1/11

The journey begins with Desire. It feels a void in its life that it is unable to reconcile. Adrift for anywhere from a few weeks to an entire lifetime, perhaps triggered by a calamitous event, or simply a moment of revelation, the sub seeks something external to help it achieve its desire. The process starts with a certain Eagerness, a partial fulfillment as it begins to focus on the external for the first time, aiming at filling the dom’s needs, rather than its own.

Training typically begins with Service and Denial, as the dom and sub struggle to find the balance that will fill both of their needs. Sometimes the sub, used to a lifetime of self-centeredness will attempt to rely on its Beauty, expecting that it can win over the dom, but the skilled dom is rarely taken in by this, choosing instead to focus on Sensation, which can give the sub the clarity it needs to proceed. The doms primary goal is to instill Selflessness, Humility, and Devotion, at which point the sub can finally reach Fulfillment in its new role. The result is Rapture.

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Rapture of Desire 2/11 slaveandy: Awe, adoration, worship, rapture, blessing. These are religious terms, and slave is practicing its religion. I promised him the piss when I left for work in the morning. He’s been good this week, and I allow him to beg all day. One email every fifteen minutes is permitted. The price is for him to spend the day edging for me. Sending pictures to my phone every 30 minutes of his aching cock. All while getting his chores done. I don’t even get in the house when I’m home. He’s on his knees in his trough in the garden, facing the door to the garage, naked, shaking, trembling with excitement, his cock hard and leaking. He looks up at me, mouth open, eyes wide and shining. I tease him, just a little, taking several minutes to remove my clothes and kick them aside, pumping my cock to fullness. Finally my bladder becomes too much, and let fire, the first shot hitting him in the groin and spraying up his chest. His eyes roll back in pleasure and he twitches. My aim strikes true, filling his mouth with hot fluid. He gulps, shivers, and sprays cum all over his knees.

Rapture of Desire 2/11

slaveandy: Awe, adoration, worship, rapture, blessing. These are religious terms, and slave is practicing its religion.

I promised him the piss when I left for work in the morning. He’s been good this week, and I allow him to beg all day. One email every fifteen minutes is permitted. The price is for him to spend the day edging for me. Sending pictures to my phone every 30 minutes of his aching cock. All while getting his chores done. I don’t even get in the house when I’m home. He’s on his knees in his trough in the garden, facing the door to the garage, naked, shaking, trembling with excitement, his cock hard and leaking. He looks up at me, mouth open, eyes wide and shining. I tease him, just a little, taking several minutes to remove my clothes and kick them aside, pumping my cock to fullness. Finally my bladder becomes too much, and let fire, the first shot hitting him in the groin and spraying up his chest. His eyes roll back in pleasure and he twitches. My aim strikes true, filling his mouth with hot fluid. He gulps, shivers, and sprays cum all over his knees.
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Rapture of Eagerness 3/11 slaveandy: When faced with impossible odds, total surrender is the only option. Poised above him, his mouth wide open, ready, eager, hungry. I’ve been teasing him for several hours now. I started by not letting him touch himself for 5 days. Not even for the bathroom, making him sit to piss like a girl. Then he was allowed to jerk, over and over for the last couple of hours, bringing himself to the edge, but knowing that if he came, it would be ten days. He’s been here before. He knows I’ll do it to. Now on his knees, me standing above him. His eyes closed, face turned up expectantly. He can feel the heat of my cock an inch from his face, smell my musk. His mouth is open, his throat nearly humming with excitement. I plunge into his throat and begin to fuck his face. He gags and swallows, desperately trying to get more of me inside as my balls slap against his chin. “Go!” I say. He grabs his cock, but barely manages to stroke it once before he jerks and his cum spatters on my ankles and the floor between my feet. His throat convulses and I fill him with his reward.

Rapture of Eagerness 3/11

slaveandy: When faced with impossible odds, total surrender is the only option.

Poised above him, his mouth wide open, ready, eager, hungry. I’ve been teasing him for several hours now. I started by not letting him touch himself for 5 days. Not even for the bathroom, making him sit to piss like a girl. Then he was allowed to jerk, over and over for the last couple of hours, bringing himself to the edge, but knowing that if he came, it would be ten days. He’s been here before. He knows I’ll do it to. Now on his knees, me standing above him. His eyes closed, face turned up expectantly. He can feel the heat of my cock an inch from his face, smell my musk. His mouth is open, his throat nearly humming with excitement. I plunge into his throat and begin to fuck his face. He gags and swallows, desperately trying to get more of me inside as my balls slap against his chin. “Go!” I say. He grabs his cock, but barely manages to stroke it once before he jerks and his cum spatters on my ankles and the floor between my feet. His throat convulses and I fill him with his reward.
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Rapture of Service 4/11 slaveandy: fag knows he better do it right, or else get the crap knocked out of him. But he loved doing it anyway, so that was cool. It had an overwhelming need to be perfect, fed by a lifetime of success marred by the smallest of failures. I worked hard, punishment after punishment for the slightest mistake, itstruggled daily to please me, each time gaining more and more pleasure from its success, until one success became the other. After a long session of play, in which I allowed it to bring me close, but never over, it was in a frenzy. Finally, I allowed it to continue. As soon as it felt my balls tighten and my cock begin to twitch, it shuddered and as I rushed over the edge, it filled its jeans with cum.

Rapture of Service 4/11

slaveandy: fag knows he better do it right, or else get the crap knocked out of him. But he loved doing it anyway, so that was cool.

It had an overwhelming need to be perfect, fed by a lifetime of success marred by the smallest of failures. I worked hard, punishment after punishment for the slightest mistake, itstruggled daily to please me, each time gaining more and more pleasure from its success, until one success became the other. After a long session of play, in which I allowed it to bring me close, but never over, it was in a frenzy. Finally, I allowed it to continue. As soon as it felt my balls tighten and my cock begin to twitch, it shuddered and as I rushed over the edge, it filled its jeans with cum.
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Rapture of Denial 5/11 slaveandy: it only wants to make Him happy… Denial then release, denial then release, denial then release. Like Pavlov’s dog, the sub can-not help but but experience the pleasure that it knows must surely follow the pain. Soon, the stick becomes the carrot. Denial and release wrapped up so tightly together that it can’t help but follow one with the other. Denied for so long, and so frequently, that denial becomes the new release. Eventually, it can’t help but become excited by not being permitted to be excited; it’s base urges replaced by the ecstasy of servitude. After months of the pattern, it can’t do otherwise. Not allowing it to touch my cock becomes the same denial as not touching its own, so that when it is finally permitted, after a long, aching, session, without ever having become hard, to touch its tongue to me, it shudders and sprays cum all over itself.

Rapture of Denial 5/11

slaveandy: it only wants to make Him happy…

Denial then release, denial then release, denial then release. Like Pavlov’s dog, the sub can-not help but but experience the pleasure that it knows must surely follow the pain. Soon, the stick becomes the carrot. Denial and release wrapped up so tightly together that it can’t help but follow one with the other. Denied for so long, and so frequently, that denial becomes the new release. Eventually, it can’t help but become excited by not being permitted to be excited; it’s base urges replaced by the ecstasy of servitude. After months of the pattern, it can’t do otherwise. Not allowing it to touch my cock becomes the same denial as not touching its own, so that when it is finally permitted, after a long, aching, session, without ever having become hard, to touch its tongue to me, it shudders and sprays cum all over itself.
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Rapture of Beauty 6/11 slaveandy: The slave became an ornament that is pleasant to wear. The boy wanted so desperately to be pretty for me that while I was away for the weekend, it had shaved away virtually every hair, leaving only its head and a tiny patch of short-cut fuzz above its prick. It hadn’t really understood how sensitive all that bare skin would become, until I started teasing it afterward. I ran my hands over every part of its body, as pleased me, but denied it the right to touch any part of itself. By the time I lay back on the bed and told it to fuck itself on my cock, it was aching and oozing, desperate to touch it’s hard cock, crying for release. Still I wouldn’t let it touch its own skin. in desperation, it grabbed the rail above the bed and clenched its hands so tightly it could hardly move. Poised there, shaking and trembling, body taught, every muscle tense as it slowly moved itself up and down on my hard cock for more than twenty minutes. I ran my hands lightly over the smooth skin of its thighs, balls, belly, chest, pausing with my fingers on either side of its nipple to savour the incredible smoothness of its skin as it twitched and bit its lip. I whispered, “Now!” It clenched down, and drew my cum deep into it’s aching ass. I squeezed the nipple and with a sigh of pleasure, it threw its head back and shivered as cum began to run from the tip of its cock.

Rapture of Beauty 6/11

slaveandy: The slave became an ornament that is pleasant to wear.

The boy wanted so desperately to be pretty for me that while I was away for the weekend, it had shaved away virtually every hair, leaving only its head and a tiny patch of short-cut fuzz above its prick. It hadn’t really understood how sensitive all that bare skin would become, until I started teasing it afterward. I ran my hands over every part of its body, as pleased me, but denied it the right to touch any part of itself. By the time I lay back on the bed and told it to fuck itself on my cock, it was aching and oozing, desperate to touch it’s hard cock, crying for release. Still I wouldn’t let it touch its own skin. in desperation, it grabbed the rail above the bed and clenched its hands so tightly it could hardly move. Poised there, shaking and trembling, body taught, every muscle tense as it slowly moved itself up and down on my hard cock for more than twenty minutes. I ran my hands lightly over the smooth skin of its thighs, balls, belly, chest, pausing with my fingers on either side of its nipple to savour the incredible smoothness of its skin as it twitched and bit its lip. I whispered, “Now!” It clenched down, and drew my cum deep into it’s aching ass. I squeezed the nipple and with a sigh of pleasure, it threw its head back and shivered as cum began to run from the tip of its cock.
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Rapture of Sensation 7/11 slaveandy: When Sir’s monster thrusts into this slave, it realizes that pleasure and pain are the same. All thoughts vanish. Before coming to service, it had been self-centered, caring only for its own desires. It need to understand that its own feelings were nothing but a manifestation of a real man’s. It needed to be trained that the only way for it to feel good was as part of its owner’s pleasure. Eventually, it came to understand its role, to be excited by the pain of entry, to be sated by the feel of a man’s seed filling it. At the final test, it shivered with excitement as I used it hard for my pleasure. When I began to unload, I growled and bit its earlobe, making it shoot all over the floor.

Rapture of Sensation 7/11

slaveandy: When Sir’s monster thrusts into this slave, it realizes that pleasure and pain are the same. All thoughts vanish.

Before coming to service, it had been self-centered, caring only for its own desires. It need to understand that its own feelings were nothing but a manifestation of a real man’s. It needed to be trained that the only way for it to feel good was as part of its owner’s pleasure. Eventually, it came to understand its role, to be excited by the pain of entry, to be sated by the feel of a man’s seed filling it. At the final test, it shivered with excitement as I used it hard for my pleasure. When I began to unload, I growled and bit its earlobe, making it shoot all over the floor.

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Rapture of Selflessness 8/11 slaveandy: the pain means nothing to it, as long as Master enjoys Himself. My day was difficult, clients with unreachable goals and impossible expectations. Not his fault, but it doesn’t matter; he’s there to deal with my need, my desire, my comfort. He senses it when I come in, and I don’t need to speak. In seconds, he’s naked and bent over the couch. I take him dry, rough, fast, not ignoring his pain so much as feeding on it, restoring my balance. It regenerates me when I fill him. I thank him in the way he needs. Once I’ve cum, and my fluid has spread inside him, I keep fucking, still rough and deep, but with the slipperiness that excites him. It hurts, but he loves it, partly because it hurts. He gives me something I can’t get elsewhere, and in that lies his pleasure. I last longer this time, heat and friction working to bring both of us to a place where the pain is inconsequential. he knows I’m close. without touching himself, he pulls us both over the edge.

Rapture of Selflessness 8/11

slaveandy: the pain means nothing to it, as long as Master enjoys Himself.

My day was difficult, clients with unreachable goals and impossible expectations. Not his fault, but it doesn’t matter; he’s there to deal with my need, my desire, my comfort. He senses it when I come in, and I don’t need to speak. In seconds, he’s naked and bent over the couch. I take him dry, rough, fast, not ignoring his pain so much as feeding on it, restoring my balance. It regenerates me when I fill him.

I thank him in the way he needs. Once I’ve cum, and my fluid has spread inside him, I keep fucking, still rough and deep, but with the slipperiness that excites him. It hurts, but he loves it, partly because it hurts. He gives me something I can’t get elsewhere, and in that lies his pleasure. I last longer this time, heat and friction working to bring both of us to a place where the pain is inconsequential. he knows I’m close. without touching himself, he pulls us both over the edge.
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Rapture of Humility 9/11 slaveandy: When a slave is in love with its Master, the slightest gesture can thrill it to its bones. it is where it belongs, and it knows that. I’ve had him servicing men in the toilet for hours now. Planned for the last two weeks; a special trip to reward him for good behaviour. One of his favourite rewards; cock after cock filling his mouth—but not his ass—never his ass. That belongs to me. He spoiled it this morning, in a moment of weakness, with a careless remark. It was a small thing, not worth cancelling, but needs to be addressed. The punishment for his failure of the morning is that he’s had to keep himself hard the entire time. aching, leaking, shaking with need. There is a lull in the traffic flow and it is enough. He’s facing the other way when I enter. He is waiting, desperately. “Understood?” I ask from behind him. He nods his head silently, a tear of need running down his cheek. I step in front of him and brush the tear aside. My shorts drop to the filthy floor and he looks up at me. “Ok”, my hard cock brushes his cheek and he shudders, shooting on his legs and the floor without touching himself.

Rapture of Humility 9/11

slaveandy: When a slave is in love with its Master, the slightest gesture can thrill it to its bones. it is where it belongs, and it knows that.

I’ve had him servicing men in the toilet for hours now. Planned for the last two weeks; a special trip to reward him for good behaviour. One of his favourite rewards; cock after cock filling his mouth—but not his ass—never his ass. That belongs to me. He spoiled it this morning, in a moment of weakness, with a careless remark. It was a small thing, not worth cancelling, but needs to be addressed. The punishment for his failure of the morning is that he’s had to keep himself hard the entire time. aching, leaking, shaking with need. There is a lull in the traffic flow and it is enough. He’s facing the other way when I enter. He is waiting, desperately. “Understood?” I ask from behind him. He nods his head silently, a tear of need running down his cheek. I step in front of him and brush the tear aside. My shorts drop to the filthy floor and he looks up at me. “Ok”, my hard cock brushes his cheek and he shudders, shooting on his legs and the floor without touching himself.
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Rapture of Devotion 10/11 slaveandy: The adoration and devotion to its Master is evident. He was rude to the neighbour last weekend. The ass-hole neighbour, true, who made a snide remark about him being a fag, but nevertheless, he doesn’t get to be rude to my neighbours. I took a strip off with the paddle that night, making his ass glow with heat, then sent him to sleep on the basement couch. He’s been sleeping there for the last 6 nights. Locked in his cock-cage, whimpering like a lost puppy. This morning I spotted the neighbour working in his garden, and went to tell him how sorry my friend is for being rude. And that if he ever calls my boy a fag again without my permission, I’ll break his arm. Then I went back inside, unlocked him, and showed him how much it hurt me not to have a cocksucker for a week. While I filled his throat, he sprayed his load all over my feet.

Rapture of Devotion 10/11

slaveandy: The adoration and devotion to its Master is evident.

He was rude to the neighbour last weekend. The ass-hole neighbour, true, who made a snide remark about him being a fag, but nevertheless, he doesn’t get to be rude to my neighbours. I took a strip off with the paddle that night, making his ass glow with heat, then sent him to sleep on the basement couch. He’s been sleeping there for the last 6 nights. Locked in his cock-cage, whimpering like a lost puppy. This morning I spotted the neighbour working in his garden, and went to tell him how sorry my friend is for being rude. And that if he ever calls my boy a fag again without my permission, I’ll break his arm. Then I went back inside, unlocked him, and showed him how much it hurt me not to have a cocksucker for a week. While I filled his throat, he sprayed his load all over my feet.
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Rapture of Fullfillment 11/11 slaveandy: It is fulfillment marked by struggle and then surrender. A picture can only suggest profound emotion.  If anyone can find the words, it is Sir Kevin. One may observe it from the outside, one may describe it. In the end though, rapture is really only known by experiencing it, as this boy does. Rapture is marked by a release. The moment, after a lifetime of struggle, of being lifted up into heaven; an eye-blink in which everything comes together to reveal your reason for being. The boy works hard to please me, subsuming its own desires in an effort to appease mine. I work it hard, demanding it work a little harder, push its boundaries a little further, every day. Finally, in one, glorious, moment as I drive deep inside, it reaches a plateau. Pleasure courses through it, not from some physical stimulation, but simply from the joy of being used. In that moment, it experiences rapture as few can in our modern age.

Rapture of Fullfillment 11/11

slaveandy: It is fulfillment marked by struggle and then surrender. A picture can only suggest profound emotion.  If anyone can find the words, it is Sir Kevin. One may observe it from the outside, one may describe it. In the end though, rapture is really only known by experiencing it, as this boy does.

Rapture is marked by a release. The moment, after a lifetime of struggle, of being lifted up into heaven; an eye-blink in which everything comes together to reveal your reason for being. The boy works hard to please me, subsuming its own desires in an effort to appease mine. I work it hard, demanding it work a little harder, push its boundaries a little further, every day. Finally, in one, glorious, moment as I drive deep inside, it reaches a plateau. Pleasure courses through it, not from some physical stimulation, but simply from the joy of being used. In that moment, it experiences rapture as few can in our modern age.
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500 Follower Celebration Coming Up

I passed 500 followers earlier this week. In celebration, and thanks for your interest, I asked slaveandy to find me me some pictures to illustrate a series of short commentaries on Rapture. He succeeded, and I’m working on the details now.

I hope you’ll watch for them starting Saturday Morning.

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