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Luke Cook as Lucifer Morningstar / Dark Lord

I haven’t had too much time to explore new blogs lately, but here are a few (in no particular order) :

@maxtem19 (mentioned him before. I’m not into most  of the guys he posts, but if you’re looking to learn he has plenty of videos explaining different aspects of the Dom/sub dynamic, is cool, open and all around wholesome guy, everyone should follow him).

@cagedjock (he doesn’t post too much lately because I guess he’s focusing on his onlyfans thing and trying to make it in the porn business maybe, but if you’re interested in chastity, his blog will tell you everything you need to know about it. Plus, he’s very passionate about being a sub).

@melbournealpha (don’t know too much about him, but he does post a lot of hot stuff so if you’re trying to edge or cum, go over there).

@betabreeder & @bredbeta (educational and hot, jerk off material and interesting insight into what seems to be a pretty cool relationship).

@dominusmagyarok & @proud-inferior (another couple, they only post pictures and videos of themselves, good jerk off material).

@pnssyboy (he doesn’t have a lot of stuff, but what he has is hot. He’s got the right attitude and even though he’s still learning, I think every sub could learn at least a little something from him).

@temptingdominance (not for everyone, but if you’re looking for gentle, sensitive and very analytical Dom, he’s good. Especially if you’re into edging).

@ruckusdog (mostly pictures of hairy guys and some of himself. His captions crack me up).

@fagsworshipstraights (a must-follow for every sub, hot porn).

@gayboythoughts (good taste in porn).

@manwife58 (again, not for everyone, but worth following for sure).

@alphamalenyc (if a little arrogance turns you on + hot porn).

@domtopsir (good porn, good captions).

MARVEL 

This story takes place in a dystopian world where a man must submit to any man whose cock is at least 2 inches larger. This law applies to any man age 16 and up, and it is in effect all the time, everywhere, unless otherwise posted.

Growing up I was rather lucky to have a 7.5 inch dick and to live in a small town. I am not particularly dominant or submissive, so I never tried to submit other men, except for a couple of my friends as a joke, and I am large enough to dismiss all the man in my town who tried to submit me. At age 20, I had never been forcefully submitted, until I took a trip to the big city.

As I was walking around and taking in the sites, I accidentally took a wrong turn and got a little lost, but I thought ‘what the heck’ and decided to explore. As I walked I passed a red and white sign that read “Entering 1 Inch Zone.” I was oblivious to the sign. A few blocks later a large man walk right up to me and stopped, blocking my path. He unzipped his leather pants and let his long, thick dick hang out, semi-erect. His cock was weighed down by a thick PA ring and he sported a medium ball-weight as well. “Nine inches” he said gruffly. I smiled politely. “Seven and a half” I said, trying to move around him, hoping he would let me pass without asking me to prove it. He put his large hand on my chest, halting my progress. “You’re in a 1 Inch Zone, kid.” My heart sank into my stomach, and my stomach sank to the ground. Sure enough, a little ahead I saw the little red and white sign. Shakily, a dropped to my knees and put my hands behind my head. I was both terrified and a little around. “Unzip” the man said, circling around to stand in front of me. I did, and my 7.5 inches stood at full attention, almost throbbing. He kicked it, hard, and I screamed as the thick rubber sole of his boot forced my rock-hard dick back into my body. I crouched lower to the ground, my eyes watering. He moved my dick aside with hs foot and started crushing my balls into the pavement. I screamed again, this time longer and harder as he put more and more of his weight onto his crushing foot. I knew he was not allowed to by law, but I wondered ‘if he really does pop my balls, who would do anything about it? This isn’t my town, I don’t know who he is, I could never report him.‘ He finally let up with a little laugh. He reached around to his back pocket and pulled out a small metal chastity belt. “Put it on, faggot” he said, tossing it down into my crotch. I winced as it struck my cock and balls. I’d seen them on some of my smaller friends, but I had never tried one on. I unlocked it, and the hinged base ring swung open. It was gonna be a tight fit. I wrapped the base ring around my still erect package, and i was struggling to get the cage portion on when the man got impatient. He bent down and forced the cage to meet the base ring, locked it, and threw the keys down a nearby sewer grate. Then he grabbed me by the collar and forced me onto all fours, making me present my ass high in the sky while my face scraped against the pavement. He walked behind me. I was sure he was going to fuck me, raw, and I thought I’d be lucky to get so much as some spit for lube. I was wrong. I heard his belt slip from around his waist and a split second later I felt it cracking against my balls. The pain was blinding, and made so much worse by the fact that my balls were stretch out tight by the cage. I couldn’t even scream this time as my lungs froze in shock and I didn’t know whether i was going to pass out or vomit first. I gasped and regathered myself, but the second strike was already on its way. This time I did scream- howled really, and for the first time I begged him to stop. I don’t know how many lashes came before he was satisfied. Finally he did stop, and I heard his belt slide back around his waist. I dropped my ass to the ground and sobbed, my face blacked by the dirt soaked up by my spit, snot, and tears. “You can go” the man said, giving my balls a dismissive nudge away from him. “Thank you sir” I said choked up as I pulled my jeans back up. As I turned, I saw his cock was still out. It was just starting to go limp, but he was precumming heavily, and I saw his shiny pants were strewn with strings of precum. I buckled my belt, still on the ground, still in pain, and still feeling my semi push against the bars of the cage. Every pump of blood pulled my balls, and every pump was agony. The man had zipped up and was starting to walk away. “If I may ask sir,” I said, “which way is the fastest way out of the 1 Inch Zone?” He turned around, took two steps towards me, and slapped me clear across the face. I fell back down, seeing stars, but through them I could see he was point back the way I came. “That way” he said, and this time he walked away for good. I got back up, wiped my face with my hands and then wiped my hands on my jeans. I moved quickly back towards the regular 2 inch area, hoping nobody else would stop me. It was usual that men did not submit men who had just been submitted moments ago, but there was go law against doing so. I passed another sign, also red and white, which read “End of 1 Inch Zone.” I was relieved, but I knew i had to get the cage off me immediately. Aside from hurting like a motherfucker, if I was stopped again and asked to prove my size I would be unable to while locked…

I hope you enjoyed it,

Sit back and make him suck your dick, nice and slow.

Train him to deepthroat your cock.

Fuck his face, balls-deep, like it’s a pussy.

Cock slap him.

Make him lick your sweaty balls.

Make him service you in a public place (e.g., a restroom, a park, your car).

Spit on him.

Make him clean your sweaty ass after you work out.

Make him wear a puppy tail in his ass.

Piss on him.

Piss down his throat.

Piss in his ass.

Make him drink your piss from a glass.

Piss on a pair of underwear, or a jock strap, then wring it out over his face.

Finger his hole.

Fuck his ass.

Spank him.

Paddle him or whip him.

Fuck him with a dildo.

Tie him up and use his holes.

Smack or slap his face.

Call him names.

Tag team him with a buddy.

Gangbang him with a group of friends or strangers.

Whore him out to friends or strangers.

Make him sniff and lick your piss- and/or cum-stained underwear.

Gag him with your dirty underwear, jockstrap or cum rag when you’re fucking him.

Cum on his face.

Cum on his face and make him wear the load out in public.

Cum on his ass.

Cum directly down his throat.

Cum in your hand, and make him eat it from your hand like a dog.

Organize a bukkake and cover his face with multiple cum loads.

Make him eat your cum off your buddy’s cock.

Cum on the floor or a table and make him lick it up.

Make him drink your load(s) from a shot glass.

Cum on food and make him eat it.

Double-penetrate him with another Top or with a dildo.

Flick or twist his nipples.

Write names (e.g., faggot, bitch, pig, slut), pictures (e.g., a cock and balls, a pig face, a toilet) or phrases (e.g., insert cock here, with an arrow pointing to its holes) on his body.

Make him wear a butt plug out in public (e.g., to the bar, to the gym, to the grocery store).

Piss on his underwear then make him wear them home.

Tie him to your toilet when you have guys over, and tell them to use him instead of the toilet.

Don’t let him cum.

Make him ask your permission to jerk off or cum.

Make him eat his own cum.

Make him jerk off or finger himself while you and/or your friends watch.

Make him watch while you fuck another faggot.

Position him beneath you while you’re fucking another faggot and make him lick your cock as it goes in and out of the faggot’s hole.

Make him eat your ass while you’re fucking another faggot.

Make him clean your cock off after you fuck him.

Make him clean your cock off after you fuck another faggot.

Make him eat your load out of another faggot’s ass.

Take photos and/or videos of him servicing your cock.

Blindfold him when you use him.

Fist his hole.

Cum in his ass.

Make him fuck another faggot, or get fucked by another faggot, while you watch.

Make him and another faggot fuck themselves on a double-ended dildo while you watch.

Make him lick your feet.

Use him as a footrest.

Make him give you a massage or footrub.

Take him to a bar; when his beer’s empty, refill the glass or bottle with your piss and make him drink it in public.

Make him pee at the urinal (e.g., at the movies, at the gym, at the bar) with his pants around his ankles so everyone knows he’s a faggot.

Shave his body.

Make him wear a puppy tail in his ass.

Save your piss in a bucket, and make him bathe with it.

Keep him in chastity.

Decide what he wears.

Make him wear a collar and leash.

Keep him in a cage.

Make him do domestic chores for you (e.g., laundry, cleaning, shopping).

Make him sniff poppers, then use him.

Make him wear a ball gag.

Make him crawl in your presence, like a dog.

Make him eat his meals out of a dog dish.

Make him service anonymous cock at a gloryhole.

Engage him in forced workouts.

Make him beg for your cock.

Feed him your pre-cum.

Make him call you “Master” or “Sir.”

Make him wear a hood while you use him so that the only sensation he has is the feeling of your cock in his hole.

Make him lick you head to toe

Make him drink a bottle of your piss left somewhere in a public place and order him to tape it!

Go in to a club’s bathroomat the same time and order him to leave his half full glass of his cocktail in the toilet before you and add to the cocktail your piss, leave him the glass somewhere and order him to drink it in front of you.

Go to a public bathroom together and while standing in front of urinals make him put your head down to your urinal and drink your piss.

Make a video you raping him, cuming in his ass and forcing him to drink your piss and post it on tumblr claiming ownership of him.

Make him wear a puppy tail and take him for a walk outside.

Make him wear women’s lingery and fuck him like a whore.

Mummify him and fuck him in his mouth and ass.

Tie him up with chains or rope and let him sleep on the floor next to your bed.

Choke him while you fuck him in missionary position.

Pull his hair while you fuck him in doggy position.

Make him wear a collar showing your ownership in public.

Make him come to your work place and service you in anyway you need.

Make him wear a cock cage.

Make him wear ball weights.

Make him give you his social profile passwords to monitor his communication.

Make him raport sexual contacts with other guys.

Here are some tips on becoming a better bottom that the tops you have sex with may not tell you either out of a desire to not offend or because they get a thrill from telling others that we bottoms cannot handle their cock ;-)

SPREAD YOUR KNEES WIDE. The wider the bottom spreads his knees, the easier it will be while in doggy style. YES! If this is the first position he puts you in, use this trick to get used to his cock. 

ARCH YOUR BACK. This will not only look sexier to him, but also make deep penetration easier and less painful.

PUSH YOUR ASS OUT. This shows the top you crave his cock in your ass. Once he is in, you can push back to the rhythm of his thrusts.

PLACE YOUR CHEST SQUARELY ON THE BED. There is a reason a top pushes your head in the pillow or the sheets. This helps arch your back and push your ass out. It’s visually stimulating, because the focus is now completely on the ass you have presented to the top. The symbolic submission is also a big turn-on to a dominant top.

RELAX YOUR ANAL SPHINCTER. Having adopted the position described in steps 1-4, you should now focus your mind on relaxing your anal sphincter. It may help to remember how you take a dump, because the muscular relaxation is identical. Steps 1-5 should, with practice, enable very deep penetration with little or no pain.

ALLOW DEEP PENETRATION. Once you’ve mastered the previous steps, you may let him spread his own legs wider than yours so he can get more directly above you to pump his cock down and deep, with his balls bouncing off your ass.

REACH FOR HIS BALLS. Many tops find this very arousing, because you are fondling the sacks that produce their sperm, affirming their manhood.

COMMUNICATE. Tell him how much you enjoy having his cock in you. Let him know if you like his scent. Ask him to go slow if you feel pain.

Additional tips may be appropriate to partners who thrive on domination and submission. In all cases, these should be within reason. Both partners must be comfortable with this. Experiment to see what works best.

LET HIM SPANK YOU. A lot of dominant men get turned on by slapping the asses they are fucking, and seeing those asses turn a rosy color.

LET HIM GRAB YOUR HAIR. Another turn-on for many dominant tops.

LET HIM HOLD YOUR NIPPLES OR MAN BOOBS. As he pumps his cock up your ass.

LET HIM CALL YOU NAMES THAT TURN HIM ON IN THE HEAT OF THE FUCK. “Bitch,” “cocksucker,” “fag,” etc. But only when used in a non-derogatory way. This is about breaking taboos (which are charged with emotional intensity) and letting both of you get aroused by embracing your (contrasting) inner natures.

LET HIM CALL YOUR HOLE A “PUSSY” OR “CUNT.” That is, after all, its functional equivalent.

I learned that lesson during my freshman orientation, when my roommate and I got up early one morning to help with a mandatory service project outdoors. 

I pretty much won the lottery when it came to roommates, to be honest. Brett was a super hunky baseball player from just north of Atlanta. When he walked into our dorm room I had to pick my jaw up from the ground, as he was about 6′2″ with a nice muscular build and piercing blue eyes. He was also very kind and easy going, which made him easy to be around.

When we walked out the door together for our service project, Brett gave me a look up and down. “You’re not gonna wear pants and a long sleeve shirt, are you?” he asked.

“Yeah, aren’t we working on some landscaping? I don’t want to get scratched up,” I replied.

“It’s Georgia in August, man, you’re gonna die from heat stroke. I’m wearing this and I’ll probably be soaking in sweat by the end,” he said.

I looked at Brett’s yummy body in his cut of t-shirt and shorts. Was he right that I was gonna get so hot that I’d regret wearing these clothes? Fuck it, I thought and told Brett I’d be fine. 

Well Brett was right. Not only about my almost having a heat stroke, which meant that I had to take a break about halfway through just to cool down. He was also right about him soaking in sweat. As we walked back to our dorm room I couldn’t help but notice that his cut-off was completely drenched and his face was covered in sweat. And I wasn’t sure, but I thought I could catch a whiff of his pits from under his sweat-soaked shirt.

When we got back to the dorms, i immediately jumped into the shower and rinsed off. I was already super hot, so didn’t stay in long. When I made it back to our room, I opened the door and was greeted by the smell of a locker room hitting me full force. Damn, was it Brett’s sweaty clothes that were making the room smell so rank?

Sitting on the steps up to our loft was Brett, shoes off, playing on his phone, letting his soaked socks air out into the room. Those babies were completely drenched, and no doubt were the cause of the stench that was permeating our confined space. 

“That was quick,” Brett said, looking up from his phone. 

“Yeah, I just wanted to cool off and get the sweat off of me,” I replied.

Brett looked back at his phone and didn’t respond. I started dressing, expecting Brett to make his way to the showers as well, or at least take off his clothes and throw them in the laundry basket.

A few minutes passed and I got dressed. A few more minutes, and I laid on the bed. A few more minutes and by now I was completely intoxicated with the smell of Brett’s stinky feet. My eye’s kept glancing over and seeing the damp soles and wondering just what they must feel like, smell like, taste like. And how could this sweaty hunk just sit there and not notice or feel like he needs a shower?

A few more minutes, and I saw Brett lean back to stretch, pulling his arms over his head.

“Oh fuck I stink!” he yelled as he caught a whiff of his hairy pit. Brett moved his nose close to his right pit and took a whiff, and then moved over to his left pit and took a couple of deep sniffs. “Sorry dude, I’m so used to sweating like a pig, and smelling like one, that I forget sometimes, especially in the summer,” he said.

“Uh, yeah I kind of noticed,” I replied, still transfixed to the sight of his feet.

“You noticed and didn’t say anything?” Brett said, throwing his phone aside and picking up his shoes. “These socks alone must be making your eyes water, I’ve been wearing them for the past three days in this heat. And these shoes, they’re my cardio shoes and have been soaked in my sweat over the past few summers.”

“And your pits,” I murmured, almost catching myself before blurting it out.

“Yeah, man, my pits too, you noticed them? They’re really bad, like, haven’t seen deodorant in months, type of bad. The guys on my team in high school used to tell me they could smell them through my uniform.”

Brett stared at me with an evil smirk on his face, and I was too scared and turned on to do anything but stare back.

“Get off your bed,” he ordered. I knew exactly what he was telling me to do. I slipped on to the carpet and crawled slowly over to him. Too embarrassed to make eye contact so close, I looked at the ground when I reached his feet. 

“Put your nose in my shoes and tell me what you smell,” he demanded.

Without any hesitation, I stuck my face in his running shoe, which I could already smell from inches away. I let out a whimper as the smell hit my nose and I took in all the masculine flavor of his wet sneaker. 

“Aw little boy likes it,” Brett said, and I felt the wetness of his socked foot touch the back of my neck, causing me to whimper even louder.

“Get your nose to the bottom of that shoe and get it wet with my sweat,” he ordered. He pushed my head down with his foot and smothered me in his foot stink.

After a few minutes at his shoes, Brett gave me a new order, to lie on my back with my eyes closed. I did as told and soon felt the wetness of both his socks, removed from his feet hitting my face. The smell was overwhelming, and I couldn’t help but open my mouth a bit to taste the salty flavor of my stud roommmate’s drenched socks.

“These are marinated, boy,” he said laughing. And he was right, the flavor and the smell he’d been working on for a few days now, since before he even got to campus. 

“Open your mouth,” he ordered after a few minutes, and proceeded to stuff the wet socks into my salivating mouth. I was so hungry for his funky socks and to get a full taste of them. He used his size 12 feet to stuff the socks into my mouth, laughing and telling me how sick it was that I was letting him do all of this. 

Of and on for the next 20 minutes Brett would slap my face with his hot, wet feet, or stuff them in my mouth, or pry at my nostrils with his stinky toes. At some point he took of his sweaty, pit stained shirt, and placed it on my face for a while, letting me taste and smell the sweat of his pits and chest. The whole time I was humping the air, my hard cock locked in my underwear and shorts, pleading for some sort of relief.

“Close your eyes again,” he ordered one last time.

“Now for the ultimate feast,” I heard, not knowing at all what he meant. Brett cleared the socks from my mouth and his shirt from my face, and I felt the warmth of his skin coming close to my nose, and the smell of a deep, musky part of his body. 

When I felt the hairs scratching my nose and cheeks, I knew exactly what he was doing. It was his ass, he was sitting his sweaty crack on my face. I could feel his trench surrounding my nose and mouth, and I took a deep breath in, and found his hairy hole with my tongue. 

“Ah fuck,” he yelled, and it was enough in that moment to cause me to jizz in my pants without touching myself. The masculine stink of his wet ass crack and the taste of his tangy hole was all I needed. As I came, I kept licking his hole, and all up and down his crack as he straddled my face.