#CHS: written

[hornystorage]

The Society

[Originally posted by rubberpupthoughts. Re-posted for archival purposes.]

Like a fog lifted, memories come back to you from the night before. The mansion, The Society. You sit up in bed and look down at your cock. It defiantly stands up, throbbing. A strange light glimmers around the base of your shaft. You groan.

Last night had every marking of a dream. But it was real. If you concentrate, you can picture it. Feel it, even. You shift nervously as you stand nearly naked in Sir’s living room. The chain link leash clipped to your collar jingles.

“What a good boy. You look absolutely stunning in your costume.”

Despite the compliment, you’re not sure you’re ready for the evening. You’ve always fantasized about wearing gear just like this, but never around strangers. The thought of going to a Halloween party so exposed makes your heart race. Mixed in with that fear is excitement. Your cock throbs in its tiny locked chastity cage.

Hands run over your chest and bottom. They give you goosebumps. They put you at ease. One hand rests on your locked cock. Sir keeps you locked from time to time, even though you’re an alpha. He likes to build up your sexual energy and release you on more submissive boys.

“We won’t be needing this tonight,” Sir says.

As the man reaches into his pocket for a key, you can’t help but shake your bottom. Sir smiles at your first demonstration of wagging.

“Good boy. You are going to enjoy tonight, I’m sure.”

Later, Sir leads you to the passenger seat of his car. That renews your racing heart. You were to ride to the party without covering up. Were you not wearing the pup hood, everyone could see your red face as easily as your exposed cock.

Sir smiles. “You have a question?”

You ask where he is taking you. He chuckles.

“They go by many names. But tonight, we will call them ‘The Society.’”

Sir pulls onto a winding road into the woods. You relax now that the streets busy with staring people are behind you. The drive is long. You watch the full moon and lose track of time.

The car pulls up to a gated brick house. A mansion. You take a deep breath as Sir opens your door and clips a leash to your collar. He leads you to an ornate wooden door, bound with iron, and engraved with a paw mark.

“Tonight’s rules are simple,” Sir says as he knocks an iron clapper. “Whoever holds this leash owns you. Obey their every command.”

Your Sir smiles. He notices your hesitation. Was it how your eyes glanced down?

“Do not worry, pup. No one here will harm you or cause you discomfort. In fact, I promise you’ll enjoy it.”

The ornate door opens, and Sir leads you into a mansion of sights that make your unlocked cock throb. Several rooms hold beefy men in rubber and leather. You see gas masks, flogs, fuck-benches and more. Like you, several smooth, naked boys wear pup gear. Their leashes jingle as they are lead around—some on two feet, some on four. At the center of the entry room, you see a bronze statue of a hound.

You have barely taken in the sight when the leash tugs you off to a room. This by itself would not be alarming. You are excited to see what wonders the house holds. But you realise the man holding your leash is not the man you came here with.

The thick man holding your leash smells like cigars and is dressed in a leather vest and chaps. The latter reveal a dingy, bulging jockstrap.

The man stops at the bar surrounded other bear-like men. He gives one more tug on the leash and says “Sit.”

The command strikes you like a bell. You fall to your knees without thinking. Your muzzle lines up with the man’s jockstrap.

“Good boy,” he says as he rubs your head with his heavy hand. The strong grasp and chuckle of the men around you fill you with pleasure. Your body wiggles as if to betray your excitement.

Despite the man’s strength and dominance, he gently nudges your head to his bulge. You pick up on the unspoken command and rub your muzzle against his jockstrap. The strong smell of musk penetrates your neoprene pup hood. It makes you dizzy with lust.

You nuzzle deeply. You can feel the man’s thick, sweaty cock swelling beneath the jockstrap. Any moment, that cock will spring out. You can’t wait to suck it.

A tug on the leash snaps you back to attention. The men around you laugh and the bear holding your leash helps you to your feet. He pats you on the head again.

“Good boy. That’ll do.”

You want to say something. You want to apologize for how you lost control. You want to thank him for how he made you feel: owned. How your rock hard cock feels like it’s buzzing with arousal. You want to say anything.

Instead, all that you manage is a whimper.

The bear chuckles again. He hands the leash to another man and you are paraded off. This new man, your temporary owner, glistens in a black rubber catsuit. It accentuates his tall, lean build. He leads you to a bedroom. On the bed, you see a boy with his ankles tied over his head. His smooth, bare ass is exposed to the dimly lit room.

The rubber man guides you onto the bed, and hope you are ordered to fuck the bound boy.

“Lick.”

This command jolts you like the one from the leather bear. Your mouth drips with saliva, and you go to town on the boy’s tender hole. You’ve never given a rimjob before. But judging by the slurping sound of your maw, and the moans from the boy, you are a natural.

“Please!” The boy moans. “Please let me cum!”

The smell of drool and the boy’s smooth taint intoxicates you, and you shove your tongue deeper.

“I’m gonna cum!” He shouts, but you don’t hear it.

Instead, the leash tugs you away. You snap back to your senses and stare at the boy’s wet hole. The boy thrashes against his bonds and begs you to continue.

Dimly, you realise the boy is not holding your leash. The man in rubber is, and he tugs you off the bed.

You look down at your hard cock and notice something strange. The room is dark, and you swear you see a faint glow around the base of your cock. The light tickles you with an electric sensation.

A tug on the leash turns your thoughts away from your cock. You try to stand, but find you can only follow on all fours.

There’s no time to process this new change either. The man in rubber passes the leash, like a baton, to a man in the hallway. Your new owner is a ripped frat boy. He is shirtless and wears a backwards hat and booty shorts. He takes you to a lounge room filled with other fraternity men.

The man leads you to a weight bench and tells you to climb up. The men in the room all come over to pet and tease you, and you love every moment of it.

When the man holding your leash says “Roll over,” you eagerly flip over and lift your legs. Hands spread lube on your ass and the boys praise you with “Good boy.” More hands play with your nipples and cock.

When the first cock presses against your hole, a part of you comes to your senses. You think about rolling off the bench, but the man holding your leash looks into your eyes.

“Stay. Good boy.”

The first frat boy fucks you. Slow and strong at first. Then with pounding fury. The guys around hoot and cheer. You are too embarrassed to enjoy it.

By the time the third man start pounding you, you begin to enjoy it. No, you crave it. You clench and thrust yourself on their dicks. You feel your own cock pulsing, and desperately want to reach for it. But the look from the man holding the leash has you paralyzed.

“Good boy. Stay,” he repeats. You lose yourself in the rhythm of thrusting hips.

This time, you’re not sure how long you lost yourself. A tug of the leash brings you back. Where? You’re back in the grand foyer. The bronze statue of the hound stoically gazes over you.

“Gentleman, sirs, boys and pups,” your Sir grandly addresses the room. “Thank you for gathering here on All Hallow’s Eve, where we may witness a rare transformation.”

All eyes fall on you. You are still seated on your haunches, and don’t have the courage to speak. That is, if you could even speak.

“My boy has obediently undergone the Rite of the Hound. It is nearly complete, as is evident by the Binding Ring.”

Sir’s words remind you of the faint light around your cock. You look down to see the light blazing. You look up at your Sir and whine.

“Do you want to stroke your cock, pup?”

You bark. Bark? You find this as strange as your sir calling you pup. He always called you boy before.

“Go ahead,” he says. “Paw.”

You wrap your hand around your cock, hesitant at first. Every stroke brings you closer to the edge. Soon you are panting and blushing as the whole room watches.

But you cannot push yourself over the edge. You consider giving up, but the buzzing ring of light fills your body with pleasure. After minutes, you begin whimpering and howling for mercy.

“As you can see, the Binding Ring has complete control over his cock. He still feels lust, but cannot achieve release without my command.”

Your Sir turns back to you. “And now, with the last thoughts of a boy still in your head, I offer you a choice. I will let you cum here and now, and the ritual will be complete. Henceforth, on nights of the full moon, you will lose your human ability to speak and walk on two legs. You will serve The Society obediently, like you did tonight. What do you say, pup?”

The question sends a shiver down your back, and a new wave of pleasure through your cock. There were still human thoughts in your heads: the same mix of fear and excitement. But they were faint compared to the overwhelming urgency of lust.

Eagerly, you bark.

“Good boy. Now cum.”

Without any coaxing from your hand, your cock shoots its load all over the floor. You howl in bliss. The room cheers. Time slows.

In the afterglow of your orgasm, your Sir rests a hand on your head.

“Good boy. There’s one more thing. The Binding Ring will remain—full moon or not. Its effects will be more… subtle. But you will not be able to cum without my command. Some pups learn to cherish this condition. It binds them to their master better than any chastity device.”

Back in your bed, you reach for your phone and see a message from your Sir. He asks how you are doing. You start to type a response, but hesitate.

“You want to ask me how long these changes last?” your Sir replies.

You type that last night was fun, but you don’t know how long you can go without masturbating. You had never spent more than a week in chastity, and that was torture.

“You made your choice,” Sir replies. “And on All Hallow’s Eve in one year’s time, you will be given that choice again.”

One year! Your mind begins to race as you stare at the message.

“Don’t worry, pup. You’ll have many full moons to think about it.

[thatstheproblemwithnapkinman]

"adhd isn't a disability"

breaks down over trying to start tasks until he deadline is stupidly close

unable to do basic chores unless it's like 4am and then the whole damn house gets cleaned

speaks too fast

tangent and tangent and tangent. makes social situations hard

literally unable to stop themselves from interrupting people mid sentence (and the constant "*interrupts*- sorry, please continue")

knows what they want to say, cannot find the words, even if it's something basic

auditory processing disorder (pretty common with adhd), like how do you explain that you can hear but your brain has minecraft server lag and the chat will appear soon

hyperfixations, and people thinking they are special interests when they are not (they are short term, literally stops you from basic care like eating and drinking when in) edit: it was brought to my attention this comes across like special interests are easier to live with which is not the case, please do not take that away from this post!!!

impulse purchases making bank accounts cry

all or nothing. not hungry to pain. don't need to pee until pain. you get the picture

cannot sit still, like actually can't, constant moving and shuffling which people think would be cute but actually just pisses people off

doesn't have a fidget toy, not bc they are popular but bc they would have to put it away bc dylan over there got a fidget spinner and has been loudly playing with it (dylan is neurotypical)

cannot do anything if there is something else to do that day, must wait

just stfu it is a disability

[galedekarios]

you can love a character and still admit they’re wrong. i love gale dekarios but can acknowledge his flaws (none) and can hold him accountable for his wrongdoings (he’s never done anything wrong in his life) and call him out for his actions (which are always correct).

[joy-girl]

One Piece 1130 // Loki and Monkey D. Luffy

[beetle-beep]

picked up a stim recently where I just like scratch at the top of my sun plush's head while I'm at my computer and this image slammed into my head like a baseball bat

[midoristeashop]

Mending my sins and finally catching up with lights of Avalon!!!1!! @alkalinefrog

I swear kai your characterization of everyone is so perfect and charming UGH it’s like falling in love with them all over again

Huge special shoutout to @bignostalgias for being the bulk of the inspo for their designs! Hic, jack, jame, and em designs are next <3

[hanasnx]

how do we feel about daddy!anakin and dumification

MINORS DNI 18+ NOTES: we feel insane. thank you.

“what’s that, baby? you feel good?” ANAKIN SKYWALKER jeers overhead, holding himself over you with his hand clutched onto the headboard. “too good?” maliciously, he thumbs your clit. clumsy, and careless, his callused finger pad roughs up your bud, sending shockwaves throughout your body. you writhe underneath him, the sharp quiver in your thighs intensifying with each moment they spend folded over themselves.

you can’t speak, a mess of your fluids wet under your ass, a range of temperatures based on how fresh the finish is. your skin is sticky. his fat cock driving into its home over and over again, so hard it hurts, but it’s too fucking much for you to form a thought much less act on it.

“yeah, yeah. all you can do is take it, huh? fucking dumb for me. that’s all you wanted, right? a little bit of dick before bed? fuck the thoughts right out of that pretty head so you can knock out? i’ve got news for you, angel, your brain’s always empty. all you think about is me.”

a mindless, pained keen escapes you, your pussy slurping him up and flooding around him for the countless time tonight. “daddy!” whether it’s meant to be indignant or chastising, you don’t know. you just want him to know you’re thinking about him, trying to thank him. you just can’t get the words out, can’t even process them.

[lloydfrontera]

okay hold on shut up everyone shut up i have something to say

so it should be no news that i think the ending is bullshit. i think it's cheap as fuck that the solution to the resolution of fate is that lloyd came back in a different body and therefore the world had no problem with him coming back despite being previously hellbent on not allowing him to remain in it because of his status as a protagonist. like. i think that makes little to no sense and i think it's stupid. what do you mean fate is faceblind. that's the same fucking guy it's been trying to kill for almost five years now just because he now looks korean doesn't change that he's the one that disrupted the flow of the plot so hard he turned into an unauthorized main character. i think it's cheap and stupid and not that good of an explanation.

HOWEVER

i was just thinking about how it kinda sucked that the way the ending is structured means that javier was never really freed from the narrative. like yes his tragic fate changed and he's no longer beholden to the original plot of tkobai but he's still very much the protagonist. lloyd dying didn't free him from that role, it just meant that javier was now the only main character in the world and so fate was no longer gunning for him or his loved ones. but then i went and reread the way the jewel of truth described what would happen once one of them died and let the other as the sole protagonist.

[Once one of you disappears, the world will finally choose the remaining person as the rightful protagonist and perceive there to be no more error to fix. That is only when the incomplete reset plan to carry put the restoration of destiny will come to a halt and the story will develop around the existing hero.] -Ch 328: You or Me (3)

that last bit. the story will develop around the existing hero. once one of them disappeared fate would give up with the original story and just make a new one around the one protagonist that remained. which by the end of tged is javier.

javier. javier whose main priority at some point shifted towards keeping lloyd safe. whose main goal became keeping lloyd alive at almost any cost. this javier:

There was no more sign of life from the mischievous smile on the face of his lord. The young master he had sworn to serve breathed his last as his head dropped. He had died. "... No way." This wasn't supposed to happen. Javier was in disbelief. He refused to believe what he saw. This was not the ending he had desired. -Ch 398: Last Resort (3)

I never, ever thought once about life without Master Lloyd, not even right now. -Ch 400: Farewell (2)

this javier is the one the story is meant to develop around now that he's the only protagonist in the world. this javier is the one the plot is meant to be built around.

do you understand where i'm getting at

i think that it was javier's status as protagonist that allowed lloyd to come back without getting backlash from fate anymore. i think javier's resolve to keep lloyd safe, to have a life at his side, was what allowed destiny to accept lloyd back into a world that had rejected him before. i think that when the story tried to develop around javier "i never thought of a life without lloyd" asrahan it couldn't do it in a way that didn't include lloyd in it and so lloyd was allowed to come back without fate retaliating against him.

javier was the one that accidentally brought lloyd into his world, he was the one that purposefully brought him back to it and he was the one that unconsciously allowed him to remain in it. he's literally the reason that lloyd is there at all in any capacity.

do you get what i'm saying. i feel like i'm going crazy.

[museofthepyre]

Drawn to the Blood (CHNT animatic)

I don’t usually make animatics, but this song was too perfect. I might come back and ramble off my thought process behind it sometime. Take this whole thing as coming from his POV, a depiction of how (I think) he thought.

[cautiously0ptimistic]

After months of battling weird glitches in my game and my entire story save breaking (thus losing 90% of the builds I've made in the past couple years RIP), she's finally running and semi-functional.

So naturally, I had to hop in game and take a lil photoshoot of Bri and Nol to celebrate~

[hornystorage]

Some tags for better organization

I'm going through all the posts I can in the blog, tagging them so as to find them easier. To help with that, I'm also writing the tags here, what do they mean, and using them to tag this pinned post. To see any of the tags, just tap/click on it (on the tags section under the post).

The tags are not mutually exclusive. A post can (and will probably) have more than one tag.

(All the tags begin with CHS: meaning Curio's Horny Storage:)

CHS: picture Given to posts where the focus is the picture, rather than anything else that may or may not be written.

CHS: drawn This one is for drawing and paintings and that kind of art.

CHS: audio Posts where the main focus is the audio. My favourite kind of post.

CHS: written The biggest group of posts. They mostly have pictures, but the main point of them is what's written: captions and stories are tagged this.

CHS: caption The kind of written content added to an existing picture. Sometimes is hard to tell what's a story and what's a caption, so I went with my gut instinct.

CHS: story The kind of written content that doesn't necessarily have a picture attached. Sometimes is hard to tell what's a story and what's a caption, so I went with my gut instinct.

CHS: concepts Little ideas for stories and fictional products.

CHS: guidelines Guides, tutorials, and tips. From the classic "become a bedwetter" guides to how to fluff up a diaper.

CHS: games and challenges Some fun little activities to have some diapered (or not) fun.

CHS: diaper peak For those pictures where a bit (or a lot) of diaper peaks out of a buy's pants ;P

CHS: wet spot For the pictures where the focus is the big, wet patch on a guy's crotch.

CHS: wetting There are some videos and gifs where you can see the wetting happening, instead of a still of before or after.

CHS: humping Used for diapered boys humping their wet diapers in pictures and gifs.

CHS: chastity Sometimes explicitly included, sometimes just alluded to, so I tag it because I enjoy it.

CHS: magic wand Used for those posts that have those magic wand vibrators. I hear they feel very good on a wet diaper...

CHS: less kinky Some less kinky pictures that I just find hot.

CHS: bulge A tag for the hot bulges and packages of men (non-diaper bulges).

CHS: bedwetting A main kink for this blogger, so I tag the pics and stories that focus on the subject.

CHS: POV For the posts that put you on a POV (Point Of View). Also a favourite of mine.

CHS: furry Posts that have furries. Sometimes in diapers, sometimes just big and hot.

CHS: hypno Images that depict someone getting hypnotized, usually drawings.

CHS: rubberpupthoughts rubberpupthoughts wrote some very good stories and captions, but all his stuff seems to have disappeared from the internet. I'm reposting the few ones I have saved, and if you have some others, I'd be grateful if you could share them.

CHS: Mark and Luke A nice little story, contained in a single post.

CHS: the briefs saga Two captions that may not actually be related, but share a similar subject.

CHS: Diapers for my Boyfriend A story in 11 parts, of which I’m missing the first 3 parts.

CHS: Heath A four-parts story about a guy named Heath and how he ends in diapers. Sadly, I am missing the first part.

CHS: Josh and Mikey A series of captions with the recurring characters Mikey (who's becoming incontinent) and Josh (who's making it happen).

CHS: Tim and Joe A seemingly 4-parts story, of which I only have the last two parts. Gotta find the other two.

CHS: Tricked and Treated A two-part story involving lots of humiliation about a boy and his daddy on halloween (and after).

CHS: Remote Work Bullying A two-parter about a guy with an online dom working from home. Padded, of course.

CHS: Billy and Timmy's Rough Days One (technically two) of the more rough stories in the blog. While usually not my style, I find it particularly hot. (unofficial title, as I didn't see any in the posts themselves, which are form different people).

CHS: a favourite Some personal favourites of mine.

CHS: to find As blogs come and go, some stories that require access to deactivated blogs cannot be read anymore. I'd like to complete them where possible, so any clues as to where to find a complete version for archiving purposes are welcome.

CHS: tags Other blogs have their own tags. I reblog them so as to have easy access to the posts I like. Recommended to check out.

[basmala260]

We need to talk more about Kagiura's feelings

One of the things that I really love about chapter 8 is how it shows how painful it is to love someone who had never and probably won't think about you

We as readers and people outside the frame know how things will play out, but looking at Kagiura's place, things are completely different, and I'm sorry but he's blind optimistic

Kagi always said he wanted a best friend relationship like his parents, but do all besties have to be family? He might have had to think about that at some point if he wasn't so optimistic

Kagiura believes that Hirano loves him but needs some time

The point is that he's not just patient, he didn't believe that Hirano may not love him except only for a very short while, and all his attempts at this touching thing are to convince himself of something

(I just want to make it clear that I don't hate that Kagi is hopeful and it's not something bad or out of the ordinary)

He keeps telling Niibashi everything because he knows he will tell him what he wants, he will give him hope, and I'm sure that Niibashi understand that, Always considerate of what he says, trying to offer advice and some hope, that DOESN'T mean that Niibashi is a bad friend surly, But don't we all do that? When we see our friends exhausted in a relationship, don't we try to give them hope? He just doesn't want to see this Shiny Boy sad

Probably one of the things that hurts me the most in the manga is how Hirano always treats Kagiura so sweetly and gently that it makes my heart personally melt (not to think about how the other person feels already)

He just can't reach him

What hurts Kagiura is not being able to touch him freely or not

What really hurts Kagiura that he can't get the look he wants to see at Hirano's eyes on him, the idea of being only " a good boy" and "a little brother" at his eyes no matter what he does

I love how this was pointed out in ch 23.5, As Kagiura said that in a moment of emotion These are things he wouldn't mention in normal times, he just carries a huge amount of pain that he can't get out, he doesn't desire Hirano as much as he desires Hirano's feelings

There's a line at "Picture you" by Chappell Roan that always reminds me of Kagiura "Am I in the frame from your point of view?" He's really pathetic since he doesn't even ask for Hirano to reciprocate his feelings, he just wants Hirano to start looking at him seriously

[burning-academia-if]

if you're still doing prompts, can i req lars + yearning?

I somehow finally made it to the end LOL

Lars + Yearning!

"You always look at me like that." You jump from where you sit across from him at the table. Lars doesn't raise his head to look at you, and you're not sure how he sensed your gaze. He had never failed to.

You pause, before trying denial, "I'm not sure what you mean...?"

He sighs, finally lifting his head up to look at you, "Like I'm not right in front of you."

"I don't think that. Especially with how...strong of a personality you have." You try not to grimace as attempt to explain yourself. It isn't like that. You know that he's here, and that he wants to be here, but sometimes you're trapped in the rough beginning the two of you had. You know the boundaries are different now, but you find yourself hesitating on testing the waters and just how its all changed.

Lars narrows his eyes, and smiles like a wolf, "I'm aware, but you act like it. You're scared to ask for what you want."

"I don't want anything from you. Not really."

"'Not really' isn't 'no.' Name one thing you want from, right now."

You swallow, pinned under the weight of the glint in his eyes. All thoughts scatter, and you struggle to find an answer. All the hesitation has built up a wall, and you're not sure how to get through it. What do you want from Lars? The fact he's here at all feels overwhelming enough. You're not sure how to ask for more, when he already has given you the gift of staying.

"I'm not sure?" You try not to fiddle with your fingers. "I mean, that's so sudden. If I asked you what you wanted from me right now--"

"A kiss." You blink owlishly as his grin turns into the devil. "See? It's easy to say if you just let yourself."

Despite the bold claim, he doesn't move towards you, "You say that, but you're not moving towards me."

"Because you don't want that, right? You said you don't want anything from me." His gaze drops again, returning back to work but you know what he's doing. It's a trick you've grown used to at this point. The way he gets under your skin, trying to make you admit everything you hide under the surface. Too shy or nervous or scared or ashamed to say.

You hate this about him, but only because it works, "...I don't know, I meant that. It's so strange to say, but it's like I yearn for you even though you're right here. I feel like I don't have the right to ask for anything, still. I don't know how to ask for anything."

"Life's too short to live like that. Take what you want. You have my permission to take whatever you want from me."

It's not as easy as he says, but you try to commit this to memory. You repeat it over and over to yourself as you reach out and pull him towards you. He gives so much more easily than you'd expect from him, perhaps for your sake, and you press your lips to his.

His warmth, his heartbeat under your hands, his hand ghosting across your waist, are all reminders. He's here because he wants to be. You don't have to keep yourself small, and you don't need to worship someone just because they want to be in your life.

You pull away, and your head falls against his shoulder. You take a shuddering breath, and Lars lets you cry as the realization hits you. He doesn't leave your side for the rest of the night.

[hiemaldesirae]

unbelievable

[lavampira]

my homeland is in your eyes, my duty on your lips. ask anything of me, except to leave you.

[rvstyartstar]

Hey pals so..

I can't do this shit anymore are we going to wait until 20 more years