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My Summer Internship.

Under Master Abdul

CHAPTER 1

8:00 pm on a Friday. It's true that being a litigation summer associate at a large law firm is generally an easy gig, but sometimes stuff has to be done. Better reflection of real lawyer life, I suppose. I finally shut my computer and got ready to head out.

My name is John. I'm 25, just finished my second year of law school in Athens at the University of Georgia, and interning in a large Atlanta firm for the summer. I grew up and went to college and law school in Georgia.

I'm 5'6”, about 150 pounds, with straight, short brown hair and brown eyes. Thanks to my Anglo—Saxon ancestry I have a naturally smooth torso. I have a fairly average to below average cut 5 inch cock. I'm gay, and openly so, but not very experienced. I've bottomed a couple of times, and generally have no interest in topping.

I walked to a nearby gym where I liked to work out. I used to be a soccer player through high school, but I was intrigued to find out that there was a gym with exercise equipment in the downtown area. I discovered there was one immediately next to the building where I work. The gym tended to close early on Fridays so it was pretty dead. There was just one guy there, manning the front desk. His name was Jake, and he was the evening manager. He was 6 feet even, 180 pounds, brown hair, and green eyes, with a trim build. No indication he was anything other than straight, which was a shame. He wasn't exactly a genius, but he was nice enough.

I smiled and flashed my gym card. As I ruffled through my bag, I was dismayed - I forgot my gym clothes! I looked at Jake, and asked, "Hey - I forgot my gym clothes. Do you have any I can buy and use?"

"Sorry, no," he said. "We just ran out of stock and I forgot to order new ones, so we won't have any until next week."

"No problem," I responded. "Hmm, any chance you'll let me workout in my boxer briefs, socks, and undershirt? I'd just hate to have to go home to grab my gym stuff - it's a good thirty minutes away. Plus, I was going to use the gymnastics stuff, anyway - no need for gym shoes."

"I don't know about that," he said. "The gym is pretty strict about not using underwear in the gym." He pulled out the manual and looked at the rules. "Undershirts, underwear, and socks are all off-limits. You can't work out in those."

"Damn it!" I was frustrated. "Any workarounds we can do?"

Jake read further. "So, it technically says: you can't wear underwear as your outermost clothes on the gym floor. But, you just need to have a collar and cover your male private parts. And, no pubic hair is allowed to touch the equipment. I think I saw something that might work..."

I was perplexed, but the gym was empty and I wasn't going to miss this chance. "What do you have?"

He looked in a lost and found box. "I think these two could technically work." He fished out a thick, black, leather dog collar - big enough for a fairly large dog. "This could fit around your neck, I guess."

"So I'd wear my undershirt with a dog collar?" I asked. I was a little confused, and to be honest, a little turned on - I hadn't really done a lot of BDSM play but I was intrigued.

"Well, no," he answered. "Just the collar. No undershirts, remember? But there isn't really a rule against being shirtless as long as you have a collar..."

"OK," I answered. "But what about the rest?"

He fished out a silver metal chastity device, still in its box. "Looks like someone left it here. It might be small. But, the book only says your penis must be covered. Nothing about balls or ass..." he mused.

At this point I was terrified but also very turned on. "I think it'll fit. So I just need to wear this collar and this chastity device. Is that it?"

"Hmm, maybe one more thing," Jake began. "No pubic hair. Think you can use this hair removal cream?"

I was so turned on at this point. I nodded. "OK," he said, "you can go in the locker room and get ready. I can take that key," he gestured towards the chastity device.

I headed off to the empty locker room and stripped naked. I put my clothes on the bench and stared at my naked self in the mirror.

Just then, Jake walked in. "Hey man, sorry, I was about to take a piss. Hey, need some help with the hair removal cream?" I nodded in a daze. He rubbed it on my cock and balls and my asshole. "Should we do your pits

and legs too? I guess they technically come around puberty, right?" I was not in a position to object, so he did it. I was hairless from the neck down.

My hard dick would have to go down in order to fit in the device, even though I was smaller than average. I thought about some un-sexy thoughts uand finally got it in. The steel coldly but firmly kept my persistently

stiffening dick in check.

Jake then put the collar around my neck and tightened it so it was firm but not strangling me. "How's that?" he asked. "Good" was all I was able to sputter out.

"All right, then. Enjoy!" Jake smiled and waved as he headed out.

I stepped into the exercise room, naked except for a collar and a locked cock, my dick straining against the steel and dripping pre-cum. I felt the cool breeze of the Air Conditioner and went off to hit the exercise equipment when I noticed the gymnastic equipment. I was interested since watching the recent Olympics and wanted to try on them. There was the rings, the pommel horse and the female event parallel bars and balance beam.. I felt exposed and turned on, even though no one was there. I was humiliated but also horny as fuck.

I imagined people watching me, eying my naked body. Watching my smooth, muscular frame. I wondered if people would lust after me as I held a handstand. I spread my legs in mid-air and felt the cool air on my exposed asshole. My dick throbbed in its cage.

I wondered if men would look at my smaller than average cock cage and wonder how small I must be in order to fit in there. I was humiliated, but turned on. The idea of critical eyes looking at my body and evaluating

how it did - and did not - measure up.

I thought about how smooth my torso already was naturally, due to my background, but how much more boyish my body looked without pubic hair, armpit hair, and even leg hair. I wondered if men would deride me as a lesser man. Would they think of me as a weak boy. Was I a boy who deserved to wear a collar and be locked away, for real men to teach and play with. I thought of all the men fully dressed, and how much shorter I would look standing in bare feet. I felt vulnerable and exposed, but that only made me hornier. An hour and a half must have gone by. I heard the maintenance folks go into the locker room and leave. I was about to head back to the locker room when I heard a male voice. "John?" I turned around and my heart dropped.

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CHAPTER 2

Standing there were four full-time corporate associates at my law firm; all of them were dressed in work clothes, and had their gym bags with them. I didn't work with them, since I was in a different practice group, but I knew them all since they were friendly folks and worked a lot with the summer program. I forgot that this gym had a basketball court, and that these guys liked to play 2 on 2 after work on Fridays.

ABDUL- was an Arab corporate associate - he had been with the firm for many year. After having moved

from his home in Saudi Arabia to attend law school in the Atlanta area he had decided to stay in the area to live and work. He was a young 49 years old. A dark masculine guy who was an avid gym goer. He stood 6’4” had short dark black hair. On his face he seemed to have constant heavy 5:00 shadow no matter how much he shaved, dark eyes, a vivid white smile which gave him the appearance of enjoying life but at the same time had an imposing, almost threatening demeanor that was animal like. He was a natural leader of men.

PHIL - the guy who spoke - was a 32 year old corporate senior associate. He had played lacrosse at university and was still a generally muscular, if a little less rock hard, 6’ tall. He was pale and had fiery red hair and blue eyes. He had a bit of a southern accent as he had grown up in North Carolina.

MIKE was a lawyer in our international arbitration group. He was married - he met his wife at the law firm when they were summer interns years ago- and had a bit of a beer belly, but was a handsome guy. A little bit of dark chest hair poked out of his shirt. He was also 32 years old, 6 feet 2 inches tall, had brown hair that was between wavy and curly, and dark eyes. Belying his New England roots, Mike was always seen wearing boat shoes around the office - luckily, not a big issue at the firm, since it wasn't one of the really stuffy ones.

Finally, ANDY was a soft spoken guy who worked in tax. I had heard he was engaged to a woman he clerked with for a judge the year before. He was 30 years old, had curly brown hair, green eyes, and wore glasses. Andy was more of a co-rec sports guy in college - somewhat fit, but never really jacked. He was the shortest in the group at 5 foot 10, but still noticeably taller than me.

"Hey guys," I responded. "It's not what you think -"

"No worries, "Abdul said. "We used to joke that the rules for what you can and can't wear had some weird exceptions. But I guess those exceptions are real!" He quipped. All four laughed, and I laughed uneasily along with them.

The four guys approached and I began to feel more comfortable. "Don't even worry about it," Andy said. "We're not telling anyone at the firm. You do you!"

We chatted a little bit about how the summer was going. Like I said, these guys were nice and friendly, and I didn't feel threatened. I felt more and more at ease as we continued the small talk.

"I can't help noticing," Mike started, "how smooth you are. Are you naturally so smooth?"

"Not really," I said, "they have that rule about pubic hair and all, so I used hair removal cream on it."

"Can I feel?" Peter asked. It seemed like a weird request, but like I said, I was getting more comfortable. "Sure," I said. Peter ran his hands on my chest. I shivered a little bit.

The four guys began getting a little more comfortable about it. "OK if I feel your pits?" Abdul asked. I nodded. "Can you put your hands behind your head?" I complied. "They're so smooth," he murmured as his rough hands grazed my exposed armpits.

Mike looked at Andy and asked, "I wonder how smooth his dick and balls feel." Andy responded, "go ahead, he doesn't seem to mind." Mike held my cock and balls, feeling the bare skin. No one even asked me at that point. It was humiliating but kind of exhilarating, like I wasn't even there. I was just being inspected by these men.

Peter touched my nipples, and they firmed up. "Perky!" he exclaimed. The guys laughed. I gave a small smile.

Without saying anything, Andy knelt down and gently touched my ass cheeks. "Can you spread your legs a bit?" I did. He spread my ass and touched my asshole. "This is definitely smoother than mine," he observed.

The guys chuckled.

"This is alright, right?" Peter asked. I nodded. "I guess you're pretty much naked and exposed anyway, right?" I looked at the floor in shame. "Nothing to worry about," Andy chimed in. "It's just like biology class, looking at a body that is so different than ours." The other guys expressed their agreement.

Mike looked at Peter. "This cage is pretty small, but looks like it fits him." Peter nodded. "Definitely smaller than me." Andy and Ryan agreed. "How big is it," Mike asked, holding my cock cage and looking at Peter

and Ryan, not even looking at me. "Um, 5 inches when hard, I think." "Yeah, that's smaller," Mike said. I was humiliated. But why was I enjoying it so much at the same time?

Abdul looked down at my dick in his hand and noticed I was leaking quite a bit of precum. "Looks like you're a little turned on!" The other guys laughed. I reddened and sheepishly nodded. "Happens to all of us. But now, my hand is a little...sticky."

"Oh, and it's getting on the floor too," Andy chimed in, standing up after prodding my asshole for a couple of minutes. "I think the cleaning staff has left for the night though."

Peter looked around. "I don't see any cleaning tools. We should probably clean that up though."

Out of nowhere, I blurted out, "I guess I could lick it up?" The other guys were stunned. Mike broke the silence: "yeah, makes sense. It's your mess, anyway. Go ahead."

I knelt on the ground and licked the pre cum. I looked up and saw Abdul's hand also with a little pre-cum. "Would you like me to clean that up as well, Abdul ?" A small smile spread on his face. "Yeah, please." I licked

the pre-cum off the palm of his hand. I heard Andy nearby say, "that's so humiliating." Peter agreed, "yeah, but he's gotta clean it up, right?"

I stood up. "Well, we should probably get going," Peter said. "Off to Abdul 's to play some poker. You take it easy, John!" I nodded and waved as they walked away chatting amongst themselves.

I headed to the locker room and made a horrible realization. My clothes were gone! The maintenance folks must have taken them. Also gone was the key. A post-it note was left on the desk, which stated: "put in lost-and-found, pick up on Monday." The gym was closed for the weekend, and the staff wouldn't back for a couple of days!

I frantically looked around, wondering what my next move would be. I was stuck in nothing but a collar and a chastity device! What was I going to do?

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CHAPTER 3

Not really knowing what to do, I started after the four men, who were just leaving. "Hey, wait up!"

Phil looked back. "What's up, buddy?"

"I'm kind of in a pickle," I began. "My clothes are gone, and looks like the staff is gone for the weekend. Any chance you guys could lend me some clothes?"

The four looked at each other. "I don't know," Mike said. "All my gym clothes are sweaty, and they're too big for you anyway. You'd look ridiculous in them." The others nodded in assent.

"Wait," Abdul said. "We can't leave him here, though. Maybe we bring him to my place, we were going there to play poker anyway." "Sounds like a good idea," Phil responded. "But should we check with the guard of the parking garage in the building? Might look a little suspicious having this little guy walking around pretty much naked." Phil flicked my cock cage, and it bounced up and hit my abdomen. The guys laughed, and Andy patted my ass. I shivered gave a shy smile.

"I'll go talk to him," Mike said, and he walked off to find the night guard. While waiting, the rest of the guys conversed about work without me. I stood there naked, ignored, like I wasn't even present.

A minute later, Mike came back with a middle-aged white man in his 40s, with a scruffy red beard and a satchel in tow. "This must be the guy," he mused, and the four associates burst into laughter. "Well, I can release him into your custody, but he's clearly got a penchant for trouble, so you'll need to make sure you can control him."

Control? Custody? Those words struck me as odd, since it wasn't like I belonged to the four guys, or anything. But that stirred something in me. My cock swelled up and my nipples perked up. I felt a little pre-cum flow once again.

The guard rummaged around in his bag. "Someone left this dog leash, but I think it should work with the collar. Just to make sure he doesn't go anywhere." He handed it to Abdul, who attached it to my collar. I was a little shocked but said nothing. "You probably don't want him running off," the guard continued. Abdul gave the leash a hard tug, which jostled me off my balance, and everyone laughed again. "He's not going anywhere

I won't let him," Abdul declared.

The guard looked in his bag some more. "You probably don't want him distracted either. How about this blindfold?" Phil agreed. "He's already very stimulated by the whole situation." He placed the blindfold on me and I could not see at all through the thick leather blindfold."

"One last thing," the guard said. "He's probably a little freaked out, and probably would be better if kept it shut."

I heard some movement, and felt two rough hands hold open my mouth. A clean, leather bit was inserted in my mouth and locked around my head. I could no longer see or speak. But for some reason, it only turned me on more.

"I think that's it!" I heard the guard conclude. "Hope you enjoy this boy and he gives you no more trouble."

"Thanks, man," Abdul said in his deep Arab accent spoke, as the guard's footsteps indicated he was walking off. "Let's go, boy. Gotta get to the poker game." With nothing else to do, I followed as they tugged me along. The four associates continued to talk as if I wasn't there. I wondered where the night would take me.

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CHAPTER 4

I couldn't see, but I could hear and feel as the four associates led me through the underground parking garage of our building. I didn't hear many cars or people, so it must have been pretty empty. Made sense, since it was late on a Friday in the business district, so it was pretty dead. We stopped and I heard Abdul say: "here's the car, hop in!"

There was a pause. Mike asked, "where do we put him? I don't think you want his bare ass messing up your precious leather seats?" All laughed. "I guess not," Ryan started. "But can we just put him in the cargo hold

of my Escalade, all trussed up like that?"

"Wait," Peter responded. "I just dropped off my dog at my parents' house last weekend. I think I still have the pet carrier in the back. I was planning just to leave my car here until Monday since parking is free over the weekend. How about that?" The guys murmured in agreement.

I felt a wave of humiliation as I heard them get the dog cage and herded me in the back. I heard the trunk door close and the car start. I had never felt so humiliated, so mistreated. And yet, my cock had never been harder. I could feel pre-cum dribbling out, even though I couldn't see it. All of this, of course, was restricting my cock keeping me from getting fully erect.

After about half an hour - although it felt like eternity - we arrived at a swanky apartment building. I heard the guys get out and Abdul hand his key to the valet. "We've got some cargo in the back," I heard him say. "Could you bring it through the loading dock and have them bring it up to my room?"

"Sure thing, sir," I heard the valet respond. The car moved again, this time with me and just the valet. I heard him whistling as he drove into the parking garage.

The car stopped, and I heard the guy get out and open the trunk. I heard him chuckle. "What do we have here?" I heard the valet yell out, "hey guys, here's a delivery for 1007." Two guys came by and lifted my cage out. "Nice," I heard one of them say.

"You know the drill," I heard the other start. "Need to make sure they aren't hiding any contraband here." I felt the two men's hairy hands probe my asshole, jiggle my cage, and feel around my mouth through my gag. "Nothing here, but this asshole will probably be full by the night," the other said.

They opened the cage and yanked me out by the collar, and brought me to attention. I could not see anything but I knew there were several men around me Again talking like I wasn't there, I heard the first one say "bring this to 1007 using the service elevator. Make sure to bring it to the back entrance, wouldn't want to scandalize the neighbors." The other guy led me by the leash through what i assumed was the hall to a service elevator. As the elevator started moving, I heard him say, "you're in for quite the time, kid." He laughed.

The elevator stopped and he tugged on my leash for me to move forward. I heard a door open and felt him latch my leash to a hook somewhere. He forced me to kneel where I was standing. He started scratching behind my ears like I was a puppy "Wait here for them to pick you up. Maybe your new Master will have me take you out when you need walkies to do your business" the man said. I heard him laugh as I heard him shut the door and walk away.

After five minutes, I heard a different door in front of me open. “Our delivery is here!" I heard Andy say. He unhooked my leash and tugged me forward. I felt Phil's hands unhook my blindfold and gag. The light of the apartment was blinding as I was finally able to see for the first time in about an hour.

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CHAPTER 5

I could see that I was in ABDUL's dining room. Ryan and Andy were seated and chatting as Ryan shuffled a deck of cards, and Andy opened a case of poker chips. Phil smiled as he set down the blindfold and gag. "Sorry about that," he said. "The guard was right, wouldn't want you freaking out or running off in this state. Probably the best that we kept you in check."

"Yeah, no worries," I responded. "Never done that before, but I didn't mind."

"The pre-cum did suggest that!" Ryan mused from the table. The three guys laughed raucously. I felt my cheeks burning. They weren't wrong - it was a foreign feeling, and I felt a rush during the whole experience, but I didn't hate it. I was turned on the entire time.

"Speaking of which," Abdul noted, "looks like you're leaking a bit again."

He looked down at the floor as pre-cum leaked out of my caged dick onto the floor. "Any chance you can clean that up? My hardwood floors are certainly cleaner than that gym floor." He was right, I suppose - I knelt down and licked up the pre-cum.

"Good boy!" Andy exclaimed.

I heard a toilet flush from a nearby door and Mike walked out, zipping up his pants. He smiled as he saw me. "John is here!"

I suddenly became very aware that I alone was naked, except for a dog collar and a chastity device. "Hey, Abdul," I started. "Any chance you have any clothes I can borrow while I'm here?"

Abdul started to respond, but Andy called out from the table, "everything Abdul has is going to be too big on you. Plus, just us guys, right?" The others nodded in agreement. "I suppose that's right," Abdul said. "Plus,

it isn't too cold in here, is it?" I shook my head.

"Then it's settled!" Mike concluded. "Come join us at the table!"

I started towards the table to take a seat, but Ryan interrupted: "Hold on, Abdul, these chairs are really nice, very expensive. Wouldn't want to ruin your purchase from your last bonus, would you? The boy's sweaty ass and balls wouldn't do great things to these chairs." The group laughed.

Abdul turned to me. "Is that OK? Perhaps you can just stand right next to this table?" I shrugged. "I don't mind, all I do is sit at a desk anyway." "Great," Abdul acknowledged.

The guys played a first game. Mike won that one. The guys groaned as they handed him their chips. "Great start, I need a beer now!" Mike proclaimed, as he stood up towards the kitchen. "No, I can grab it," I blurted out. "Really?" he asked. "I don't mind, plus, I'm already standing." "Thanks, John!" Mike gleamed as I turned to grab a beer from the kitchen.

As I fumbled through the fridge and looked for a bottle opener, I overheard the guys talking, apparently not realizing I was in earshot. "Is it just me, or is it kind of hot to have a naked guy waiting on you and and foot?" Abdul said. "Yeah, I agree," Andy responded. "It's kind of hot that he’s a small southern white boy, I wouldn't really feel comfortable with that but he obviously is."

Mike responded, "yeah, I hear you. One, it's like you have a naked colleague in the room, and two, white guys are hairier, bigger, and have bigger dicks. Doesn't feel right having them serve you, and usually I don't get turned on seeing guys like me naked."

Abdul added, "Being an Arab it seems kind of historically right to have a white guy serve me, you know? Especially a southern guy. A form of ancestral karma. He is smaller, docile, and smooth. Plus, no question who's the superior man - you can see it in the classic signs of masculinity - our body hair, our larger dicks, et cetera."

I knew I should feel demeaned, but all I could feel was my dick struggling against its cage at hearing all this. I walked back to the dining room.

I handed Mike his beer as the guys chatted. "It's nice to have someone grab stuff from the kitchen for you," Mike said, as the others laughed. "Yeah, kind of like having a white slave boy," Andy added. Those words startled me, but in a good way - and perhaps in a visible way. "Seems like he likes it," Ryan said, pointing at my dick. It must have jumped a bit when Andy called me a slave boy.

Abdul turned to me. "Sorry about that, we're not meaning to offend you or anything. We don't want to make you uncomfortable. Guys, stop." The guys all murmured apologies. "No, not at all," I responded. "I don't mind. I kind of like it. I guess I'm a little submissive, and I like, well, serving bigger masculine guys."

The guys all looked at each other. "Are you sure?" Abdul asked. "Yes," I responded. I am here to serve my masters." The four looked at each other and smiled.

"Well then," Abdul started. "For the rest of your time here, you'll call us all 'master.'" "And," Andy added, "we will call you 'boy,' 'slave,' or really whatever we want." The others nodded.

"You'll wear just that collar and that chastity device," Ryan continued. "Nothing you can do until Monday anyway; Jake has the keys, and the gym doesn't reopen until then." The others laughed.

"What about a wager, then?" Mike started, looking to the other guys. They began to talk as if I wasn't there. "Tonight's poker prize is a small southern slave boy for the weekend - sharing encouraged." The group laughed. I sheepishly stared at my feet in the background. This was going to be a long weekend, and I was more turned on than ever.

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CHAPTER 6

Part 6

As the night went on, the four masters played a competitive series of poker games. It turns out all of them were equally good - or equally bad, or lucky. As midnight approached, all four were in spitting distance of winning.

For the most part, I was sent back and forth from the kitchen to grab food and drink. The masters didn't even look me in the eye; they simply called out instructions, like "Boy, I need a beer," or "Slave, my martini is empty."

In one exciting episode, Master Andy decided that we should order a pizza. When the delivery guy rang the doorbell, Master Abdul directed me to grab the pizza at the door. "But I'm not wearing real clothes..." I started. "And you shouldn't be," Master Abdul cut me off. "Slaves do not protest when their masters instruct them to do something. Get the pizza, boy."

I gulped and walked to the door. Upon opening it, the delivery guy - a young white guy probably 18 years or so -looked at me with wide eyes. I handed him the cash and took the pizza. I realized Master Andy had forgotten the tip. "Excuse me," I said, "I need to grab the tip."

I walked back in and asked Master Abdul for the tip. He pulled out some cash, but a smile crossed his face. "I'll walk back with you, boy," he answered. He attached my leash to my collar and led me to the door.

Master Abdul handed the delivery guy the tip. He also handed the guy the leash. "Would you like to use our slave boy for 10 minutes? No permanent damage to the property, but you can use him for some fun." He gestured to a guest bedroom off to the side of the entryway. The delivery boy nodded. Master Abdul smiled. "Make him lock the door, wash up, and head back in when you're done."

The delivery boy pulled me in by the leash and pushed me down to my knees, swiftly and hard. "Unzip me, slave," he said in a harsh but hushed tone, nervous that he would disturb the audible party going on. I pulled

out a thick 7-inch cock, pale with a bright pink head. "Suck me off," he demanded. I choked as I slowly tried to get the whole thing down my throat. He grabbed my ears and fucked my mouth roughly for a few minutes.

I gagged and slobbered all the way through, until he shot his no load, emitting a moan. The moan was apparently a little louder than expected, as I heard the masters cheer from the other room.

The delivery guy smiled. "You better not let a drop spill out," he warned, as he buttoned his pants and walked out. I cleaned up and locked up as he left.

As I walked back to the room, Master Ryan said, "good job boy. Nice to know you have some oral skills." The group burst into raucous laughter. "Why don't you get us some more snacks and beer?" Master Mike commanded.

As I was getting together food and drink for the masters, I heard their conversation, and at multiple times felt my dick struggle against its cage:

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MASTER ABDUL: I could really get used to having a slave boy. Somewhere down my family line, we owned slaves. Something idyllic about that, even though it's not legal anymore.

MASTER MIKE: There is something natural about it. Seems natural that white men like us take charge. Plus, I can't help but notice that the slave looks more natural naked, locked, and collared.

MASTER ABDUL: He did take those things pretty well - almost like it was second nature to him.

MASTER ANDY: In a way we did him a favor, right? He seems to have taken well to it, and it does indeed seem like the natural scheme of things.

MASTER MIKE: So boys, what are your plans for the slave if you win tonight? All of us seem well poised to do so.

MASTER ANDY: My fiancé is away for a work trip, so I could really use a slave to take out my sexual frustrations. Truth be told, I'm getting a little hard thinking about it

(others laugh).

MASTER ANDY: I would just use all of his holes - I have only done anal once, and it was amazing, but my fiancée doesn't do it. So yeah, just tie him somewhere and fuck him every which way.

MASTER ABDUL: It's nice when you don't have to worry about consent.

MASTER RYAN: Well, slaves can't consent, right? That's the whole point about being a slave.

MASTER ANDY: Exactly. It's nice to worry just about your pleasure and not have to think about whether you're hurting someone else for a change.

MASTER MIKE: I take it you like doing it rough?

MASTER ANDY: Rougher than my fiancée would like

(others laugh).

MASTER PHIL: I, for one, am going back to my college to meet up with other members of the lacrosse team. I would love to offer them a slave boy for the overnight.

MASTER RYAN: That poor boy - he'll be destroyed by all of those players.

MASTER PHIL: Haha, probably. Some of those guys are twisted. I think one of them might fuck him in the ass with a lacrosse stick or something.

MASTER ANDY: Well that will be something - either a sex slave for me or a house slave for a bunch of lacrosse guys. What else - Mike, Ryan?

MASTER MIKE: I used to make performance art pieces with human elements, and had this idea for one called "Colonization." My idea was to have a man - be shackled in a cage with a bit in his mouth, a cage on his dick, and a dildo stuck up his ass. The dildo would be remote controlled, and viewers can change the settings in intensity. They could also reach through the cage and touch the man, grab his nipples, etc. Well, if I had a slave boy, I wouldn't need to convince anyone to do that.

MASTER ANDY: That does sound hot. If laws weren't laws, you could even sell the art to a wealthy buyer.

MASTER MIKE: Don't get me started; one of the downsides of performance art

(others laugh).

MASTER MIKE: Maybe things could change anyway. Ryan?

MASTER ABDUL: I'm more old school, I guess. I long for the days when we had slaves in the fields doing our work. I have a large farm here in rural Georgia; I would take the slave there and work in the fields. I do have other workers there; maybe they'll get some more ideas.

MASTER PHIL: Maybe - like they'll use the slave boy for his holes? Or realize they wouldn't mind also being naked slaves to a white master?

MASTER ABDUL:: The possibilities are endless!

(others laugh)

MASTER ABDUL: Perhaps even put a bridle on him and make him pull me around like a pony slave.

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I was more turned on than before as I walked back in. "You've got an interesting future, boy," Master Andy said. "And it all depends on this final hand." I gulped.

As the game wound down, one of the masters dropped his cards, and won the wager.

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CHAPTER 7

They say “to the winner belongs the spoils.” Now I knew it was true.

I could hear people milling around me but I couldn't see them through the leather blindfold covering my eyes. I heard waiters passing around hors d'oeuvres and glasses of champagne while male voices murmured in the background.

"It's vulgar, isn't it? An attempt to shock the audience?"

"Is it? I think it almost feels at home, familiar. Like it was meant to be. This beautiful, slight, body chained, immobile, subject to whatever men want to do with it."

"I suppose so. I can pinch this dark nipple and he is powerless to do anything." I felt a sharp pinch on my left nipple and couldn't help myself; I flinched and winced, but the handcuffs and humbler around my legs and chained to the ground didn't let me go that far.

"Interesting you say," another voice said. "I see it as an artwork, an object. Yes, there is what looks like a human as a part of it, but the human has become part of the piece." I heard others murmur in the background in agreement. I felt my cock stiffen in the chastity cage.

"Look, it is leaking precum!" yet another voice said. "I think it feels at home in this position."

"Have you seen the interactive part yet?" I heard a familiar voice say. It was Master Phil. "No," responded another man, as I felt his rough hands touch my stomach. "I thought touching the artwork was interactive enough!" A group of men laughed nearby.

Just at that moment, I felt the dildo in my ass start to pulsate. I couldn't help myself as a moan escaped my throat - although it was muffled by the bit in my mouth. The audience heard the vibrating sound and I heard a few chuckles.

"There is a vibrator in the ass that can be controlled by the audience," Master Phil stated. "Interestingly, it's in another room of the gallery. You might have confused it for a thermostat or something, but if you look closely, it's labeled 'intensity' and goes from off to low to high. Part of the artist's messaging. Ah, here he comes now," I heard Phil say, as I heard footsteps. The group murmured and clapped.

"Thank you all for coming," I heard Master Mike say. "I heard Phil talking about the control in the other room. I think of it as a symbolizing white men's control over all bodies from a distant Western metropole, without them even knowing what is really going on."

"Powerful," I heard one man say. "Indeed - and both as symbolism, and as indicating the white male art patron's control over the art piece." Another responded.

"Is that why all of the patrons here, and even the staff, are white men?" Asked an inquisitive member. "Yes, that's right," Master Mike said.

"It also makes sense to me that you used a white human body. And one that is short, and not well endowed," stated another viewer. "It feels right that this human is part of the art piece, controlled by white men. A stronger, more muscular, taller, white man would not fit the bill." The comment garnered much agreement from other viewers.

"I'm glad the message came through," Master Mike said. "Now, please, enjoy yourselves, interact with the artwork." I heard applause as the crowd returned to chatting, eating and drinking, and playing with my body. I felt the vibrator start pulsing intensely. The pleasure was quite intense, and I felt my body sweating.

My sense of time was a little warped, but I knew it was Saturday – the day after the poker game. I had been there for several hours now. Before I was put into place, I was given a medication that kept me hydrated, and

preventing me from needing to use the bathroom for 48 hours. That would span the weekend - and the time Master Mike got to own me after winning.

"It's a beautiful piece," I heard a man say to Master Mike. "Are you looking to sell it?"

"You know, I hadn't thought about it," I heard Master Mike say, "but the offer sure is tempting."

"My name is David Andrews," the man said. "I'm a connoisseur of sorts in the colonial art space. Most of my collection is historical artifacts, but this would be a lovely addition to my gallery in the UK."

"Is it in London?" I heard Master Ryan say. "No," Mr. Andrews responded. "I don't think folks in London would go for this." I heard a small group of men laugh. "I have an estate in the country, members only, for men who appreciate art hearkening back to colonial days."

"How would you even ship the art?" I heard Master Andy ask. "Well," Mr. Andrews answered, "it would have to go through customs and I'd need to ship it either private or via one of the big shipping companies. And I would probably let the officials in charge have a little fun with the art

piece as a thank you."

"Interesting; I've never thought of being able to sell a performance art piece," I heard Master Mike say. "Well, yes, do you have the title to it? You can register any piece of art as property," I heard another man say. "I'm Brian Windgate," the man introduced himself. "I'd be interested in purchasing the piece for display in my private home. And I would use the human piece for my own pleasure use as well. It will be nice to have a human object I own legally."

"Now wait a minute," I heard Master Abdul say. "I'd like a chance to throw my hat in the ring; I do have quite a bit of money in my trust fund. I could still use a field slave."

"Isn't this getting a little out of hand?" I heard Master Andy whisper to Masters Phil and Mike. "I mean, didn't we only win John for the weekend?"

"I'm not sure he can do anything about it," Master Phil said. "Yeah, and by the looks of all that leaking pre-cum, he doesn't seem to mind," Master Mike said in jest. "Well, that or someone is really turning up the intensity." The three laughed.

And honestly? To me, it was a little of both. I wondered what would happen as I remained immobile, unable to see or speak, and incredibly turned on.

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CHAPTER 8

I could smell freshly cut grass in the air as I tugged the cart behind me. With blinders on, a bit in my mouth, and my cock locked, I could not see, but I could feel Master Abdul tug to tell me to change directions. Next to me, I could feel another man tugging the cart as well.

I should explain. Master Abdul did end up taking me after my stint as an art installation. The guys decided that it would be too risky to let me out of their group, just in case some of the other men at the art gallery got a little too creative. I was brought to Master Abdul’s expansive farm in North Georgia, where I met his three farm hands - Jose, a muscular 6 foot tall 30 year old single Mexican man with Native American blood: Pierre, a 6 foot

5 tall absolute tank of a man with dark black skin from Senegal; and

Karim, a hairy, 5 foot 10 recent immigrant from Syria.

The three men were surprised when I walked in wearing nothing but a collar and a chastity device. They weren't slaves, so Master Abdul simply told them I was a new addition to their work team to help prep the farm for an evening with Masters Andy, Phil, and Mike. They shrugged and we all went off to do chores around the field.

The men were curious and asked me why I would do something like this. I told them my story - which they all found funny - and how Master Abdul had won the right to own me that weekend.

"Do you like it?" Lupe inquired. "He seems to," Karim said, tapping my locked cock and noting my leaking dick after recounting my story.

"I was nervous at first," I said. "But Master Abdul and the other men just seemed so confident and like owning me felt natural." I smiled and noted the other men had grown significant bulges in their pants.

We continued to toil in the fields and the sun continued to rise in the sky. Soon, it was in the high 80s and everyone was sweating. Jose took off his shirt, revealing a smooth chest and a large tattoo on his right

pec. Soon, Karim and Pierre joined in. After a while, Pierre wondered aloud, "perhaps we should all strip? Would certainly save us having to wash all these clothes." The others agreed and soon we were all working

naked in the fields - with me of course wearing a collar and a lock on my cock.

About a half hour later, I heard Master Abdul calling out. "Hey! You can't all work naked here - what if someone catches you and you get in trouble for public indecency?"

"Sir, we were all just hot," Jose said. "Well, we have to cover you up a bit," Master Abdul said. "I have some collars and chastity device here if you wouldn't mind putting them on." The other guys looked at each other, but it looked like they had been thinking about it too.

Everyone else struggled to put the chastity devices, especially Pierre with his 11 inch thick monster, but Jose's 9 inch uncut cock and Karin's 8 inch circumcised dick also put up a fight. Everyone was clearly turned on and excited - sounds like it wasn't just my fantasy? After that, we all just started calling Master Abdul "sir" and "master" - it kind of felt right.

That evening, Master Andy noted that Master Abdul had somehow quadrupled his stable of slaves. The masters all laughed, as the four of us served drinks and served as footstools. Initially, it was just me who was stuck under the table sucking off each of the masters as they won games of poker. I went from Master Andy's 7 inch light pink uncut cock, to Master Phil's 8 inch thick dick, to Master Abdul 9 inches, to Master Mike's respectable 6 inch tan cock. I didn't think any of the other slaves to be interested in sexually servicing men, but they too joined in. It was especially humiliating to see Pierre service Master Mike, a man whose dick was literally half his size.

The word "stable" resonated with Master Phil, and there was a discussion of what Master Abdul could do with four slaves. In the end, the masters decided that Master Abdul could use two of us at a time as ponies, one as a house slave, and one as a sexual slave in the bedroom. "And perhaps I can loan them out to you once in a while," Master Abdul quipped.

That was about a month ago. I went back to the office that Monday, since Master Abdul knew I still had to finish my internship. But, the entire summer, I was to not wear an undershirt under my dress shirts, and to wear my chastity device at all times. I was also to stay at Master Abdul's farm with the other slaves on the weekend.

The rest of the slaves stayed permanent slaves; after all, they were previously just hired workers. But now, they lived in a stable during the summer and were owned by Master Abdul

As the summer ended, Master Abdul asked what I wanted to do after. "You'll get a return offer to join the firm, of course. But think about whether you've found something else you're more natural at."

I did get the return offer to return to the law firm.

I was hones with Master Abdul and he was honest and supportive of my needs,

With his guidance I was able I accepted the offer that was best for me.

The Offer Master Abdul made to me.

I am now Master Abdul’s legal Assistant. I live in his apartment as his “pet” slave during the week

Every Friday afternoon after work Master Abdul strips me, collars, me loads me into my dog carrier in the back of his car. Off we go to his farm where I eagerly get together with my fellow slave Jose, Karim, and Pierre

The four of us spend the entire weekend serving my legal associates Master Phil, Master Andy, Master Mike. And my life time master, Master Abdul.

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dkaufmandevelopment · 4 months ago

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“America’s First Car-Free Community”: A Blueprint for Urban Living

In the heart of the Arizona desert, a groundbreaking experiment in urban living is unfolding. Culdesac, just 15 miles from downtown Phoenix, bills itself as “America’s First Car-Free Community.” Built “from scratch,” this innovative development challenges the status quo and offers a glimpse into a future where cars take a back seat.

The Vision

In 2023, nearly 140 residents made their homes in Culdesac, and ambitious plans are underway to expand to accommodate 1,000 residents across 760 apartments on 17 acres by 2025. But what sets this community apart?

Car-Free Living: A Paradigm Shift

No Car, No Problem

At Culdesac, car ownership is optional. Rentals range from $1,500 to $2,280 per month for one- or two-bedroom apartments, with renter incentives that can bring costs down to approximately $1,200 a month. Short-term, fully furnished rentals are also available. Residents enjoy multiple auto-free travel options, including:

Light Rail: A convenient stop right at the neighborhood corner.

E-Bikes: Pedal power for short trips.

Car-Share Station: Stocked with brand-new Chevy Bolt EVs.

Fitness and Freedom

Living without a car has unexpected benefits. No gas or insurance expenses, and it encourages physical activity. Culdesac’s well-designed layout features courtyards, gardens, and an exceptional on-site gym—an amenity that rivals any apartment complex.

Community Connection

Culdesac embodies a people-first philosophy. Social interactions are “built in,” fostering neighborly connections. Movie nights, farmers markets, and friendly bump-ins create a vibrant community spirit. Nate Dicochea, the leasing manager, sums it up: “There’s always something to do and some place to go.”

College Student Appeal

Culdesac resonates with college students who often don’t own cars. The convenience of nearby amenities and the absence of parking hassles make it an ideal choice.

The Road Ahead

Culdesac’s success prompts questions: Could car-free living catch on? The community eyes expansion into Mesa, AZ, and Atlanta. Realtor.com economist Ralph McLaughlin observes, “The emergence of car-free built environments will be an interesting trend to follow.” As America rethinks its car-centric culture, Culdesac leads the way toward a more connected, sustainable future.

Note: Culdesac’s innovative approach challenges traditional norms, but whether it becomes a widespread trend remains to be seen. Stay tuned. 🚶‍♂️🏢🌿

#real estate #investment #danielkaufmanrealestate #economy #housing #daniel kaufman #construction #real estate investing #homes #innovation #technology #architecture #design #planning

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Challenge Accepted pt. 2

Reina Adora's penthouse in downtown Atlanta was the epitome of opulence, a lavish space that screamed Mexican aristocracy. Rich, dark wood furniture adorned the living area, accented by vibrant tapestries and various pictures, belts, and trophies from throughout her lucha libre and MMA careers. The scent of incense wafted through the air, mingling with the aroma of freshly brewed Colombian coffee.

But the crown jewel of the penthouse was Reina's private gym, a state-of-the-art facility that would make any professional athlete envious. The gym was a sanctuary for Reina, a place where she could hone her skills and prepare. This morning, she was engrossed in weight training, her muscles straining as she lifted the heavy dumbbells. A simpler version of her lucha mask sat beside her, ready should anyone outside her inner circle come calling on her at home.

Just as she was about to complete her set, the door to the gym opened, and Maria, her personal assistant and trusted confidant, one of the very few to see Reina without her mask, walked in. "Señora, I have the contract for your debut fight this Saturday," Maria said, handing over a leather file folder.

Reina set down the weights and wiped her brow with a towel before opening the folder. As her eyes scanned the document, confusion clouded her face. "What is this? I was supposed to fight Keisha Louis this Saturday."

Maria sighed. "Miss Louis suffered an injury. The details are not clear, but she won't be able to fight this week."

"Injury? And they're replacing her with this...Skye Ivy? Who is she?" Reina's voice dripped with disdain as her eyes narrowed.

"She's a rookie, unsigned. This will be her first-ever fight. But she has an extensive athletic background in dance and gymnastics," Maria explained cautiously.

Reina slammed the folder shut, incensed. "The WVBA wants me to face a green, unsigned rookie who’s never fought?! How am I supposed to showcase my skills against such an unqualified opponent? There's no challenge here!"

Maria tried to calm the storm. "Skye's athletic background is not to be underestimated, especially with Vanessa Maxwell as her coach."

Reina paused. She knew who Vanessa Maxwell was—a retired boxer of some renown and a formidable coach. "Even so, this is an insult. I’m Reina Adora! La Realeza del Anillo! I should be facing someone of my caliber, not some… some… novata no probada.”

Maria nodded sympathetically. "I understand, Señora.”

Reina took a deep breath to calm herself, “Maria, schedule for me to train at the WVBA Gym later this week. I need to see what I'm up against. I must be in top form, even if the WVBA doesn’t believe I deserve a worthy opponent."

"Of course, Señora. I'll make the arrangements," Maria said before making a hasty exit, leaving Reina to stew in her thoughts.

Reina returned to her weight training, her movements now fueled by a newfound fire. As she lifted the dumbbells, her mind raced.

"Fine," Reina muttered to herself as she completed another set. "If they won't give me a quality opponent, I'll make the most of what I've been given. Skye Ivy, prepare yourself. You're about to become my obra maestra, my message to the entire WVBA."

#punch out #super punch out #punch out wii #wvba #punch out oc #punch out fanfic #reina adora

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bergeronprocess · 2 months ago

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9/30/24

I keep thinking about Asheville.

My husband and I visited Asheville earlier this year. It’s a pretty easy drive from Atlanta - just about 3 hours, lots of scenic mountain roads - and it has such charm. We loved it so much.

We stayed just outside its downtown area, driving into town on I-40 to shop and eat in areas that reminded me very much of Little 5 Points: offbeat, artsy, laid-back, full of personality. We ate Japanese food in a tiny little restaurant and bought souvenirs at a very cool shop. We went up the Blue Ridge Parkway to take in the stunning mountain views and eat an incredibly delicious picnic lunch from a small bakery that was recommended by Atlanta magazine. It’s called The Rhu. I wonder how they’re doing right now.

We drove to the highest elevation on the parkway, 6053 feet above sea level, and I put my Tyranitar in the Pokemon Go gym up there. It stayed there for at least an entire day, thus earning 50 Pika Coins! We bought “whoops, forgot to pack that” supplies and packs of Pokemon and hockey cards at a Target on the outskirts of a mall.

We played pinball at an all-you-can-play arcade and watched Wrestlemania on my laptop in the hotel room, managing to not fall asleep so that we could see Cody Rhodes win the belt. We got Cook-Out food and milkshakes from a drive-thru-only location that had pickup windows on both sides of the building, because it’s only fitting to get Cook-Out in the state it hails from, sort of like going to Waffle House here.

We visited the American Museum of the Housecat on the way home. It’s a hoot - a converted barn with some pretty neat stuff in there and the owner is devoted to cat rescues. I wonder how they’re doing right now.

We came home just in time for the solar eclipse and immediately were like “okay, we loved that, that was great, let’s go back sometime soon.”

Asheville was hit really hard by Hurricane Helene, its beautiful and unique geography working against it. They’ll get through this and rebuild, but for now they need our help. You can find ways to donate to mutual aid efforts in this Twitter thread: https://x.com/DisabledSouth/status/1840428944010416156

I am also heartened to hear that NASCAR drivers and even car YouTuber Cleetus McFarlane are joining the aid effort by using their helicopters to deliver much-needed supplies.

We gotta look out for each other - we’re all we have!

#daily writing practice

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warped-historian · 4 years ago

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Warped Tour, 2006

Dates:

June 15: Columbia, MD

June 16: Columbus, OH

June 17: Milwaukee, WI

June 18: Minneapolis, MN

June 19: Bonner Springs, KS

June 21: Nashville, TN

June 22: Jacksonville, FL

June 23: St. Petersburg, FL

June 24: Miami, FL

June 25: Orlando, FL

June 26: Ladson, SC

June 27: Raleigh, NC

June 28: Atlanta, GA

June 30: Houston, TX

July 1: Dallas, TX

July 2: Selma, TX

July 3: Las Cruces, NM

July 4: Phoenix, AZ

July 6: Chula Vista, CA

July 7: Pomona, CA

July 8: San Francisco, CA

July 9: Fresno, CA

July 11: Ventura, CA

July 12: L.A, CA

July 13: Marysville, CA

July 14: Nampa, ID

July 15: George, WA

July 16: St. Helens, OR

July 18: Vancouver, BC

July 20: Calgary, AB

July 22: Salt Lake City, UT

July 23: Denver, CO

July 25: Maryland Heights, MO

July 26: Cincinnati, OH

July 27: Pittsburg, PA

July 28: Noblesville, IN

July 29: Detroit, MI

July 30: Tinley Park, IL

August 1: Darien, NY

August 2: Fitchburg, MA

August 3: Camden, NJ

August 4: Scranton, PA

August 5: Uniondale, NY

August 6: Englishtown, NJ

August 8: Charlotte, NC

August 9: Virginia Beach, VA

August 10:Bristow, VA

August 11: Cleveland, OH

August 12: Barrie, ON

August 13: Montreal, QC

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Lineup:

The Academy Is... (Played 6/15, 6/18, 6/23, 6/30 and 7/2)

Against Me!

Aiden (Played 7/2, 7/12, 7/15 and 7/22)

Armor for Sleep (Played 6/30, 7/2 and 8/3)

The Bouncing Souls

Bullet for My Valentine (Played 8/5)

Buzzcocks (Played 6/15-6/28)

The Casualties (Played 6/15-8/5)

The Early November (Played 7/20)

Emery (Played 6/25 and 7/13)

Every Time I Die (Played 7/1, 7/22 and 8/12)

Greeley Estates (Played 6/19)

Gym Class Heroes (Played 6/30)

Hellogoodbye (Played 6/16, 6/28 and 7/3)

Helmet

Joan Jett and the Blackhearts (Played 6/15-6/28, 7/6-7/18 and 7/22-8/13)

Less Than Jake

The Living End (Played 7/3-7/30)

NOFX

Paramore (Played 7/6)

Pistolita (Played 8/6)

Plain White T's (Played 7/1)

Silverstein (Played 6/24, 7/1 and 7/3)

The Sounds (Played 7/18-8/13)

30 Seconds to Mars (Played 8/1-8/2 and 8/8-8/12)

The Academy Is... (Played 7/15 and 8/5)

AFI (Played 6/27, 6/30, 7/2-7/3, 7/14, 7/16-7/20, 7/26-7/28 and 8/1)

After It's Over (Played 6/25)

Aiden (Played 7/25)

Amber Pacific (Played 7/15)

Anti-Flag

Armor for Sleep (Played 6/15, 6/23-6/24 and 7/8)

Billy Talent (Played 7/22-7/24, 7/26-8/2, 8/4-8/5 and 8/7-8/13)

The Bled (Played 7/13)

Bullet for My Valentine (Played 8/3)

The Dan Band (Played 7/12)

Danny Diablo (Played 6/19)

Evaline (Played 8/6)

Every Time I Die (Played 6/16, 6/18, 6/24, 6/28, 7/25 and 8/6)

From First To Last (Played 6/16, 6/18 and 6/23)

The Germs (Played 7/6)

Gogol Bordello (Played 8/6)

Greeley Estates (Played 7/1 and 8/5)

Hellogoodbye (Played 6/19, 6/30 and 7/8)

Jack's Mannequin (Played 7/6)

Motion City Soundtrack

Paramore (Played 6/25)

The Pink Spiders (Played 7/12)

Pistolita (Played 8/3)

Plain White T's (Played 7/6)

Rise Against

Saosin (Played 7/1)

Saves the Day

Senses Fail

Silverstein (Played 6/15, 6/28, 7/13, 7/18-7/20 and 8/12)

State Radio (Played 7/2)

Talib Kweli (Played 8/11)

Thursday

Underoath (Played 6/15-7/27)

Valient Thorr (Played 7/3)

The Academy Is... (Played 6/16-6/17, 6/19-6/22, 6/24-6/28, 7/1, 7/3-7/14, 7/16-8/4 and 8/6-8/13)

Aiden (Played 6/15-6/24, 6/26-6/28, 7/1, 7/3-7/11, 7/13-7/14, and 7/16-8/13)

Armor for Sleep (Played 6/16-6/22, 6/24-6/28, 7/1, 7/3-7/7, 7/9-8/2 and 8/4-8/13)

Between the Trees (Played 6/25)

Billy Talent (Played 7/25, 8/3 and 8/6)

Bullet for My Valentine (Played 8/1-8/2 and 8/4-8/13)

Danny Diablo (Played 6/15-6/18 and 6/21)

Dropping Daylight (Played 6/28-6/30)

The Early November (Played 7/15-7/18, 7/22-8/2 and 8/4-8/13)

Eighteen Visions (Played 7/26-8/13)

Emery (Played 7/2)

Evaline (Played 8/3-8/5 and 8/7-8/13)

Every Time I Die (Played 6/15-6/17, 6/19-6/27, 6/30, 7/2-8/5 and 8/7-8/13)

From First To Last (Played 6/19 and 6/24)

Greeley Estates (Played 6/15-6/18, 6/21-6/30, 7/2-8/4 and 8/6-8/13)

Gym Class Heroes (Played 7/1-7/24 and 7/26-8/3)

Hellogoodbye (Played 6/15, 6/17-6/18, 6/21-6/27, 7/1-7/2, 7/4-7/7 and 7/9-8/13)

The Lordz (Played 8/5)

Paramore (Played 6/15-6/24, 6/26-6/28, 7/1-7/5 and 7/7-7/11)

Patent Pending (Played 7/1 and 7/8)

Plain White T's (Played 6/15-6/30, 7/2-7/5 and 7/7-7/20)

The Pink Spiders (Played 6/30-7/11 and 7/13-8/13)

Saosin (Played 6/30 and 7/2-7/16)

Silverstein (Played 6/18-6/19 and 7/25)

Spitalfield (Played 6/17-6/24 and 6/30)

State Radio (Played 6/15-7/1)

The Stiletto Formal (Played 8/12-8/13)

Total Chaos (Played 7/20)

Zox (Played 6/15-6/26)

Aiden (Played 6/25 and 6/30)

Amber Pacific (Played 6/15-7/14 and 7/16-7/20)

ASG (Played 6/21-6/28 and 7/27-8/10)

Chiodos (Played 8/12)

Dropping Daylight (Played 6/15-6/18, 6/21, 6/27 and 6/30-7/16)

Eighteen Visions (Played 7/25 and 8/12)

Emery (Played 6/18-6/19, 6/23 and 6/28-7/3)

Evaline (Played 6/15-6/19, 6/28 and 7/3)

Family Force 5 (Played 6/28

Flashlight Brown (Played 7/18-8/6)

From First to Last (Played 6/15, 6/17 and 6/20-6/22)

Gym Class Heroes (Played 7/25)

Ill Scarlett (Played 8/12-8/13)

Kandi Coded (Played 7/6-7/18)

The Knives (Played 6/28)

Mute Math (Played 8/8-8/13)

Over It (Played 6/15-7/20)

Paramore (Played 6/18, 6/30 and 7/2-7/3)

Patent Pending (Played 6/30 and 7/2)

Pistolita (Played 7/22-8/2 and 8/4-8/13)

The Red Jumpsuit Apparatus (Played 6/22-6/25 and 7/18-8/13)

Riverboat Gamblers (Played 7/1-7/2)

The Sainte Catherines (Played 8/12-8/13)

Side 67 (Played 7/18-7/20 and 8/11-8/13)

The Spill Canvas (Played 6/15-6/19)

Spitalfield (Played 6/15-6/16, 6/18 and 6/25-6/28 and 7/1)

Stretch Arm Strong (Played 7/22-8/13)

The Summer Obsession (Played 6/25)

Sydney (Played 8/12-8/13)

Ted (Played 6/23 and 6/25)

Valient Thorr (Played 6/15-7/2 and 7/4-8/13)

Vaux (Played 6/15-7/5 and 7/20-7/30)

Voltera (Played 6/30-7/15)

A Static Lullaby (Played 7/7 and 7/12)

All Time Low (Played 8/4-8/6)

And Then I Turn (Played 6/18)

As Cities Burn (Played 6/15-6/28)

The Audition (Played 7/15-7/30)

Big City Dreams (Played 6/22-6/23)

The Bleeding Alarm (Played 7/18-7/20)

Brighten (Played 7/13)

Britt Black (Played 6/16)

Chasing Victory (Played 6/27)

Chiodos (Played 6/30-7/15)

The Classic Crime (Played 7/16-7/30)

The Confession (Played 6/15-6/26)

Dear Jane, I... (Played 8/13)

Dear Whoever (Played 7/16)

Eighteen Visions (Played 6/30-7/15)

Emery (Played 7/16-7/30)

Escape the Fate (Played 7/8-7/15)

From Aphony (Played 7/15)

The Fully Down

Goodbye Tomorrow (Playd 7/4)

Halifax (Played 8/1-8/13)

Hit the Lights (Played 6/30-7/15)

Hometown Anthem (Played 6/15)

The Honour Recital (Played 7/28-7/29)

Horse the Band (Played 8/1-8/13)

I Am Ghost (Played 6/22-7/8)

I Am The Avalanche (Played 8/1-8/13)

It Dies Today (Played 6/30-7/15)

Ivory (Played 6/17)

June (Played 6/15-6/28)

The Junior Varsity (Played 7/25-7/30)

The Killing Moon (Played 8/1)

Last Winter (Played 6/25)

Liam and Me (Played 8/3)

Lydia (Played 6/30-7/7)

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Misery Signals (Played 7/18-7/30)

My American Heart (Played 7/16-7/30)

Normal Like You (Played 7/8)

Quietdrive (Played 6/19-6/21)

The Real You (Played 7/6)

Remembering Never (Played 6/30-7/15)

Rookie of the Year (Played 6/15-6/28)

Royden (Played 6/15-6/21)

Scary Kids Scaring Kids (Played 6/15-7/6, 7/8-7/15 and 8/5-8/13)

Showbread (Played 6/28)

The Sleeping (Played 8/1-8/13)

So They Say (Played 8/1-8/13)

Somerset (Played 6/16)

The Stiletto Formal (Played 6/30-7/15)

The Sunstreak (Played 8/12)

Transition (Played 7/27)

Valencia (Played 8/8-8/13)

YouInSeries (Played 8/1-8/13)

Alexisonfire (Played 7/12-8/3 and 8/6-8/13)

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The Departed (Played 7/8)

DORK (Played 7/3)

Down to Earth Approach

Emanuel (Played 6/17-8/13)

From Autumn to Ashes

Gym Class Heroes (Played 8/12-8/13)

Meg and Dia (Played 7/1)

Moneen

Protest the Hero

Saves the Day (Acoustic) (6/15 and 6/17-8/12)

Senses Fail (Acoustic) (6/16-6/27, 6/30, 7/2, 7/4-7/7, 7/9-7/12, 7/14, 7/16, 7/20-8/2, 8/4 and 8/8-8/11)

Silverstein (Played 6/16)

The Summer Obsession (Played 6/28)

The Sunstreak (Played 7/13)

A Change of Pace (Played 7/3-7/14)

Adair

All Time Low (Played 6/15 and 8/9-8/10)

Britt Black (Played 8/13)

Cartel

Catch 22 (Played 6/22-7/2)

Crowned King (Played 7/15, 7/18-7/20)

Dirty Little Monkey (Played 7/15)

Downtown Brown (Played 7/29 and 8/11)

Eight Fingers Down (Played 8/13)

Family Force 5 (Played 6/16-6/22, 6/25-6/27)

The Felix Culpa (Played 6/15-6/19)

Forgive Durden (Played 7/14-7/23

Glass Intrepid (Played 6/26-7/2)

Gym Class Heroes (Played 6/15-6/27 and 7/8)

Heavy Heavy Low Low (Played 7/13)

Ice Nine Kills (Played 8/2)

Lorene Drive (Played 8/3-8/10)

Love Equals Death (Played 7/8)

Lydia (Played 8/3-8/10)

Meter Maid (Played 7/30)

Monty Are I (Played 6/15-6/23)

Mute Math (Played 7/13-8/2)

My American Heart (Played 7/4-7/13 and 8/1-8/2)

Nural (Played 7/12)

The Panic Division (Played 6/30-7/3)

Phathom (Played 8/13)

Race the Sun (Played 8/8-8/12)

Rediscover (Played 6/23-6/27)

Rock Hard Power Spray (Played 6/22-6/25)

Ronnie Day (Played 7/25-7/27)

The Salads (Played 7/18-7/20 and 8/11-8/13)

The Scotch Greens (Played 6/15-7/2 and 7/8)

Sherwood (Played 7/13-7/23)

The Smashup

So They Say (Played 7/25-7/30)

The Stick Up (Played 8/13)

Sunset West (Played 8/13)

The Sunstreak (Played 6/15-7/12, 7/14 and 7/16-8/11)

Throwdown (Played 7/3-7/13)

Valencia (Played 8/3)

The Vincent Black Shadow (Played 8/13)

We are the Fury

Your Name in Lights (Played 7/3 and 8/3-8/6)

Zebrahead (Played 7/16-7/30)

2nd Day Crush (Played 7/11)

A Chance Without (Played 7/15)

A Heartwell Ending (Played 7/7)

A Kiss for Jersey (Played 6/27)

A Red Carpet Affair (Played 6/18)

Abby Normal (Played 7/22)

Aetrium (Played 7/6)

Affirmative Cameraman (Played 7/13)

Alesana (Played 6/27)

The Alibi (Played 7/20)

Amory (Played 8/6)

Anachondo (Played 6/19)

And the Hero Fails (Played 7/4)

And Then There Was You (Played 6/24)

The Argyle Pimps (Played 7/9)

The Arrival (Played 6/21)

As Blood Runs Black (Played 7/12)

Asian (Played 6/26)

Asking Abby (Played 6/18)

Ava Wait (Played 7/25)

The Avenue Memphis (Played 6/21)

Awake (Played 7/11)

Bank (Played 7/14)

Blane (Played 7/15]]

Bleeding Orange (Played 8/13)

Bless the Broken (Played 7/1)

Blessthefall (Played 7/4)

Blinded Black (Played 7/25)

The Bright Red (Played 7/20)

Brightwood (Played 7/16)

Broken Image (Played 6/23)

The Brotherhood Of Dae Han (Played 7/23)

Capitol Risk (Played 8/4)

Castles in the Sky (Played 7/15)

Celeste (Played 6/28)

Centreline (Played 8/9)

Choad Effect (Played 7/7)

Continent Of Ash (Played 7/23)

Crash Boom Bang (Played 8/9)

Dance Gavin Dance (Played 7/13)

Dash the Assassin (Played 6/16)

Dawn of the Dude (Played 8/8)

Dead Ellington (Played 8/2)

Death in December (Played 7/14)

Deathwish Nine (Played 7/12)

Demas the Thief (Played 8/9)

Dirty Larry (Played 8/3)

The Dog and Everything (Played 7/30)

Don't Die Cindy (Played 6/22)

The Drama Club (Played 8/4)

Dreams of Reality (Played 7/11)

Driven Under (Played 7/14)

Driving East (Played 8/10)

The Drugstore Cowboys (Played 6/15)

Easton (Played 6/24)

Eclectic Approach (Played 7/15)

Ekotren (Played 6/25)

The Elliot Project (Played 7/1)

Ellison (Played 7/26)

Enter (Played 6/17)

Ericson (Played 8/2)

Ever Since Radio (Played 6/15)

Exit This Side (Played 7/18)

Eyes Catch Fire (Played 6/19)

Eyes Set to Kill (Played 7/4)

Fail to Follow (Played 7/22)

Falling For Yesterday (Played 6/21)

Fear From Falling (Played 7/23)

Fermata (Played 7/11)

Fijar (Played 6/23)

The Florence (Played 8/13)

Forever in Effigy (Played 7/28)

Four Stories (Played 8/9)

Fully Loaded (Played 7/18)

Furthest From the Star (Played 7/2)

Gates Called Beautiful (Played 8/11)

Gatsby Gets the Green Light (Played 6/15)

Ghost Town Locals (Played 8/3)

Gloria (Played 6/18)

The Good Cheer (Played 7/11)

The Goodbye Celebration (Played 8/12)

Goodbye Soundscape (Played 8/4)

Goodbye Tiger (Played 7/15)

The Grillers (Played 8/5)

Guns Like Girls (Played 8/6)

Hand Me Down Buick (Played 8/3)

Handgun Sonata (Played 6/26)

The Hanks (Played 7/12)

Headsnap (Played 6/26)

Heisley Amor (Played 8/11)

Hello Tokyo (Played 8/10)

Hit By A Bus (Played 7/3)

Hometown Anthem (Played 8/6)

The Honour Recital (Played 7/30)

Hope All Is Well (Played 7/16)

Hopefield (Played 7/7)

The Hottness (Played 8/8)

Human Flight Committee (Played 8/2)

In Case You're Curious (Played 7/23)

In Reverent Fear (Played 7/6)

In Theory (Played 7/1)

Inner Surge (Played 7/20)

The International Drive (Played 8/8)

It's Like Love (Played 7/4)

Ivoryline (Played 6/30)

Jetpack (Played 7/25)

Juniper (Played 8/5)

Karate High School (Played 7/8)

Kill Your Ex (Played 7/16)

The Killer Apathy (Played 6/17)

Killing Santa Clara (Played 6/16)

Kings Field (Played 7/4)

Kohabit (Played 7/22)

Last Conservative (Played 8/1)

Last November (Played 6/28)

Latefallen (Played 8/12)

Later Days (Played 6/23)

The Letter Red (Played 7/12)

The Lifeline (Played 7/29)

Lights Below (Played 7/16)

Loko Phylum (Played 7/27)

Love Me Destroyer (Played 7/23)

lowerDefinition (Played 7/6)

Ludo (Played 7/25)

Madelyn (Played 6/24)

Madison East (Played 8/11)

Makeshifte (Played 6/30)

Marilyn Avenue (Played 7/26)

Mayday Parade (Played 6/22)

Mercury Bullet (Played 7/9)

Meriwether (Played 6/30)

The Midnight Renewal (Played 8/2)

Missing Six (Played 7/28)

Moments in Tragedy (Played 7/2)

Monarch (Played 8/4)

Morning Abroad (Played 8/3)

Morningside Drive (Played 6/30)

Mouse Fire (Played 6/23)

My Fair Verona (Played 6/24)

My Favorite Highway (Played 8/10)

My Former Self (Played 7/8)

My Getaway (Played 6/25)

My Hero Is Me (Played 6/27)

Natives of the New Dawn (Played 7/29)

Nerve Damage (Played 7/30)

New Repulic (Played 6/16)

The New Sincerity (Played 8/13)

Noon Blue (Played 6/25)

[Nothing Left to Lose]] (Played 6/19)

Nothing Still (Played 7/25)

Of Hearts and Shadows (Played 7/6)

Of the Son (Played 7/28)

On Holiday (Played 7/18)

Once Nothing (Played 7/27)

Once Over (Played 7/13)

The Paper Exit (Played 6/18)

Parlour Boys (Played 7/26)

Patterns in Static (Played 6/17)

Pheen (Played 6/16)

Pictures in Pieces (Played 8/10)

Playing With Matches (Played 6/19)

Prevail Within (Played 7/2)

Quick and the Dead (Played 7/8)

The Radio Fix (Played 6/21)

Radio for Help (Played 7/20)

Reclaim the Fallen (Played 7/16)

Red Handed (Played 6/26)

Red October (Played 8/13)

Redflecks (Played 6/21)

Renour (Played 8/1)

Rounding 3rd (Played 8/11)

Sandbar (Played 6/30)

Search the City (Played 7/29)

Secondhand Serenade (Played 7/8)

Second Shift (Played 6/28)

Shadeland (Played 7/28)

Shadow Agency (Played 6/22)

Shaunteclair (Played 7/7)

Shotgun Rules (Played 8/12)

Signal the Escape (Played 8/6)

Silica (Played 7/14)

Simon Stinger (Played 7/8)

Sincerely (Played 7/3)

The Skunk 11 (Played 7/27)

Skylines End (Played 7/1)

Social Ghost (Played 6/25)

Someday (Played 7/3)

The Sophomore Attempt (Played 6/22)

Sound of Surrender (Played 7/6)

Speakers for the Dead (Played 7/9)

The Spotlight (Played 6/15)

The Starrs (Played 6/17)

Stemm (Played 8/1)

Stereotatic (Played 7/9)

The Story Changes (Played 6/16)

Summerside (Played 8/12)

The Tale Of (Played 7/2)

Ten Falls Forth (Played 7/13)

Ten Missing Days (Played 6/28)

Ten Pound Strike (Played 8/5)

This Solemn Vow (Played 6/25)

Therefore I Am (Played 8/2)

Thoughts Lost (Played 8/1)

Tonight the Riot (Played 8/1)

The Trademark (Played 7/22)

The Translation (Played 7/30)

Treaty of Paris (Played 7/30)

Two Shots of Rye (Played 8/5)

Upside (Played 7/1)

We Were Born As Ghosts (Played 7/3)

The Weakend (Played 7/29)

Wired (Played 8/5)

The Varsity (Played 8/8)

Vaya (Played 6/28)

Very Emergency (Played 7/26)

Victory Lane (Played 7/27)

Voodoo Blue (Played 8/9)

Your Name In Vain (Played 6/27)

A Farewell Sets Fire

A Life in Vain

A Loss For Words

The Ackleys

After Drama

Agynst

Alabaster

The American Black Lung

The Appreciation Post

As Seasons Fall

The Bangkok Five

Bedouin Soundclash

The Black Out Pact

Black Sunday

Blackfire

Building a Better Spaceship

The Burning Room

Calico Drive

The Campaign 1984

Cauterize

Chaplan

The Chop Tops

Cities Apart

Class of Zero

Close to Home

Code 4-15

Corrupted Youth

Crazy Anglos

Crash Romeo

Curt Phillips

Dark Sunrise

DBK

The Distance

Dog Fashion Disco

Dynamite 8

Eight Fingers Down

Entice

Everdae

Every Dreams Another Nightmare

Everybody Else Wins

The Fallen Lie

Faulter

Feature Presentation

Final Round

The First Burning

Fist Full of Knuckles

Flashlight Brown

The Fold

Fuscia

GoodYear

Grounded

Happy Tragedy

Heart of a Failure

High School Football Heroes

Hourcast

The Hush Sound

I Am Ghost

I Voted for Kodos

Inamere

Index Case

It's Pouring on Our Heads

Jay Tea

Jealousy Curve

Jet Lag Gemini

Kennedy

Kincaide

L-10 Project

The Last Car in Alaska

Left Alone

Listed M.I.A.

Los Kung Fu Monkeys

The Loved Ones

The Lovekill

MacKenzie First

Manic Sewing Circle

Maple Street Impressions

Mastema

Milk Carton Mug-Shots

Minutes Too Far

Modern Day 84

Morgan and Me

Morgan Knockers

Mourningstar

Nadafinga

Near Miss

Nightlife

No Trigger

No Way Jose

Nural

OK Stranger

Outernational

Patterns

Post Bliss

Pretty in Stereo

Promise Divine

RAC

The Randies

Rayfield

Roses Are Red

Round Three Fight

Safety

Septic Tank Disasters

Shanti

Single File

Skint

Sorry About Your Couch

Space Pilot

Split Fifty

Starving Goliath

Stigma 13

Strap-On Tools

Stuckbackwards

Super Geek League

SWAK 13

Take The City

Tokyo Rose

Transfusion M

Typecast

Ultimate Power Duo

The University

Vampire Dolphin Repellant

Variety Workshop

Verbana Darvell

Verge of Ruin

Victory Within

Wheels on the Bus

X-Ray Cat

The Years Gone By

8-Bit

A Common Hope

All or Nothing HC

Anti-Hero

Blameshift

Bogart

Britt Black

Bullets on Broadway

Flash Bathory

Johnnie Burton

By Blood and Fire

Calentura

Candy From Strangers

Chumleys Toy

Coinslot

Crazy Pineapple

Damone

The Dollyrots

Fallopian

Five Star Affair

Handcuffs and Heels

The Harletts

The Hatchetwounds

Hit By A Bus

Hydraulic Sandwich

Jungle Junkies

Kara Dupuy

Kenotia

KHZ

Killbourne

Lia Fail

The Lookaways

The Lorrainas

Meghan Storm

Mental Hygiene

Merit

Motorpsychos

Mr. Gnome

Mr. Guy

Mystery Hangup

Naked Aggression

Ottos Daughter

Ouija Radio

Outlett

Overrated

Paper Doll

Pink Stik

Princess Riot

The Pristines

Punk Bunny

Red Knife Lottery

Robots & Butterflies

Rubbing Down Debbie

Same Day Service

Shiragirl

So Unloved

Stacey Clark

Sunset Grey

The Swear

TAT

Tip the Van

Traeh

The Twats

The Two-Bit Terribles

The Vincent Black Shadow

The Voodoo Dollies

The Winks

X Tropos

Youth Decay

Zoeys Picnic

The Expos (Played 8/12-8/13)

Exterio (Played 8/12-8/13)

The Flatliners (Played 8/12-8/13)

General Rudie (Played 8/12-8/13)

The Johnstones (Played 8/12-8/13)

The One Night Band (Played 8/12-8/13)

The Planet Smashers (Played 8/12-8/13)

Subb (Played 8/12-8/13)

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stuckinthe00s · 3 years ago

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I seen your Apartment blog and I love ittttt. I’m currently saving up for my first one and I live in Kentucky but I’m moving to Atlanta. What are the best areas and things that surround it? And the best amenities to have in your apartment too, personally your favorite ones?

Hi 🤎

First & foremost, you can absolutely do it. Just believe in yourself.

My favorite areas in my city are Buckhead, Downtown Decatur, & the Vinings area, those are all really good areas. Buckhead has Lenox & Phipps mall, multiple restaurants, spas, lounges, plazas, etc. Downtown Decatur has restaurants, shops, dog stores, wax shops, & parks. The Vinings area has things of such as well.

My favorite amenities that should come with an apartment is

-stainless steel appliances

-stand up glass showers (I'm not a big fan of tubs)

-patio/balcony with beautiful city views

-spacious living/dining area

-pool

-gym

-close distance to everything you need in your daily life (restaurants, grocery stores, malls, parks, etc)

#answered #good luck

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atlantathecity · 5 years ago

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Georgia's Governor Kemp ignores warnings (and common sense) by allowing businesses like hair salons, gyms, bowling alleys to re-open this Friday.

Red-state politics. This is what you get when you don't vote for Stacey Abrams.

Seriously. We're in the middle of a pandemic that is known to affect Black communities disproportionately. This governor just stood in the middle of Downtown Atlanta and made the contagion even worse. I'm speechless.

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stellarbodiesatl · 10 months ago

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The Top Benefits of Full Body Workout Strength Training for Everyone

If you are looking to get fit in the most effective way possible, full body workout strength training is a great option for you. This is not only essential for losing weight but also helps build core strength.

#full body workout strength training #downtown atlanta gyms

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thebusinessmanager · 4 years ago

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elfranksandoval · 5 years ago

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Take me back to my vacation!!!! . . . . #fitnessmodel #workout #gym #train #lifestyle #instahealth #training #fitness #gayfit #gaylatin #gaylove #gayguy #pride #instahomo #gay #gayboy #gaycdmx #instagay #gayespaña #lgbt #gaylatino #mextagram #shadows #vsco #vcocam #malenude #gaymexico #hoscos #eldancerr (en Downtown Atlanta) https://www.instagram.com/p/B4k9DxmB2ln/?igshid=jr4utvjwethp

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tinyhouseexpedition · 5 years ago

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98 Squared’s latest tiny house rental is 93 sqft of adorable! It showcases an impressive use of space, with features like a compact gym and ceiling hammock net.

For many guests, the outdoor shower is in the running for the best shower of their lives. Take an invigorating shower on the porch, mostly enclosed but with lots of fresh air and farm treetop views.

The tiny house on wheels is parked on a lovely urban farm just a short drive from downtown Atlanta. There are more Airbnb rentals on-site, vintage trailers—including a charming teardrop and Shasta camper. 💖Watch the Shasta tour in Tiny Getaways E1: https://youtu.be/IEB8w2uLxgg ✨🏡🌱🌆

#tiny house tour #tiny house #tiny house on wheels #tiny house rental #tiny house airbnb #tiny house ideas #tiny house community #minimalist #airbnb #airbnb rental #micro house #micro home

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bekardi151 · 6 years ago

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Finna be a whole gym bae💪🏾🍫 * * * * * #blackgirlmagic #gymmotivation #gym #body #bodygoals #atlanta #ymca #photooftheday #video #explorepage (at Downtown Atlanta) https://www.instagram.com/p/Bxofzi8Bj4V/?igshid=1bx9clgj7ynw9

#blackgirlmagic #gymmotivation #gym #body #bodygoals #atlanta #ymca #photooftheday #video #explorepage

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avaricepcys-blog · 5 years ago

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Address: 3400 Northside Drive

What end of the city is this in?: (North) Buckhead

How long of a commute is it for them to work every day from home?: 20 minutes from the LifePrism HQ in Downtown Atlanta, but she works from home on most days.

What kind of place is it?: Estate

How long have they lived there?: 20 years

Number of bedrooms?: 8 bedrooms

Number of bathrooms?: 7 full, 3 partial

Number of square footage?: 4.1 acres total, 13,879 sq. ft. interiors

What kind of amenities does it have?: Completely private outdoor living with heated saltwater infinity pool and spa, cabana, and outdoor kitchen. Lakefront views from the entire backyard. Spectacular for entertaining inside and out. Gated, three car garage plus abundant overflow parking. Master wing includes a sitting room with fireplace, morning bar area, walk-in closets, cathedral ceilings, designer gourmet kitchen, and six bedrooms (five of them with full attached bathrooms). Guesthouse has been converted into an office space: the living space with full library for meetings, a conference room, a grand personal study, a full kitchen, and a bath. Finished terrace level, gym and basement, gardens with sprinkler system, 4+ fireplaces, security system, and multi-zone heating.

How much do they pay per month for it?: Owned by Margaret since 1999

Any staff?: Security detail, five cooks, eight maids, one receptionist/assistant for the office area, two drivers.

Do they live with anyone else?: No

Any history/rumors surrounding it?: It was built in the year 1987. Caught Margaret’s eye when she was invited to the party by the previous owners. She tried to buy it from them, but didn’t succeed. Twelve years later, she bought it as a wedding present for herself and Phillip.

Do they have pets?: A kennel of four dogs ― 2 dobermans (Blaise and Nyx), 1 great dane (Oberon), 1 german shepherd (Aquila).

Favourite part about the house?: The pool area overlooking the lake.

#﹛―⇢ margaret ┊headcanon ―﹜#atlanta: task

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asteadybloom · 6 years ago

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Day Four

Roadtrip & Downtown Atlanta

Today was beautiful. Spent 6 hrs in the car together talking, singing, & laughing.

You experienced what a laundromat is like for the first time😂

We made the best we could of a crappy hotel gym and then spent the evening wandering around Downtown Atlanta on electric scooters. Gosh i wish Orlando had these electric scooters. We saw so many beautiful views that only bigger cities have to offer.

Thank you for driving us up here and thank you for loving me and thank you for being you.

#travel #atlanta #city #adventures #positivity #happylife

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ororowrites · 6 years ago

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42 Reasons: Chadwick x OC: Chapter 3

Synopsis - Introduction- Chapter One - Chapter Two

Keeping a dark secret was damaging. Holly appeared fine on the outside, while she struggled with guilt and shame on the inside. She never thought she would open up to anyone about what happened and she wasn’t too sure about opening up to Chadwick about it either.

“What’s going on,” Chadwick asked, sitting on a stool while Holly paced. “Hey, you can talk to me?” Stopping her in her tracks, Chadwick pulled his friend down to the stool next to him.

“It’s a lot and I don’t know if I can even tell you,” she replied, hanging her head. “I was in a real fucked up situation and a person that should have been fired was promoted instead. I’ve been blackmailed up until this point and the very person who was involved is skipping around set like he’s not the devil.”

“Wait, who,” Chadwick asked, trying to think of all the people he had encountered on set that day. No one outside of the regular people he saw came to mind.

Holly opened her mouth to speak only to quickly shut it before the tears threatened to fall. Once again, she had froze. When her own mother asked what had happened on her last job, the actress brushed it off as a tiny altercation.

“Who is it, Raye,” Chadwick pressed, now his brows pulling together in brewing anger. Whatever was going on with his friend, he knew it was hurting her. The hot tears trailing down her cheeks were a strong indication of hurt, betrayal and fear.

“I- Chad, I can’t,” she cried, shaking her head and pushing herself up from the stool. “I’m fine. I’ll be okay,” Holly shooed Chadwick out of trailer to avoid breaking down in front of him.

“I’m not leaving until you talk to me. You’re obviously upset and I can’t leave knowing that,” he had crossed the trailer and was now standing directly behind Holly, massaging her shoulders. Relaxing under her castmate’s touch, Holly wiped her tears.

“Honestly, I don’t want to talk about it. It’s silly,” she brushed off, wiping at her cheeks clearing away any remnant of tears. “I need to get over it because I can’t always get my way.”

“Holly,” Chadwick began before being cut off by Holly’s charming smile.

“I’ll be fine, Chad. Promise,” she attempted to make herself and Chadwick believe the lie and it was almost convincing.

Not wanting to push her too much, the Black Panther star nodded and pulled away, “Alright, I’ll leave you alone. Just know I’m worried about you and when I find out who you’re talking about-”

“Slow your roll, T’Challa. We don’t need to see anyone lose their head, I’m okay,” Holly lied, letting her hands fall to Chadwick’s slender fingers. When she noticed their laced hands, the actress pulled away and put distance between them.

Still not convinced, Chadwick backed away towards the door. When she was ready to talk, hopefully she trusted him enough to open up about the situation. Until then, he’d keep an eye on his friend, while also looking for the person who had clearly hurt Holly in the past.

When the trailer door clicked shut, Holly wrapped her arms around herself and sank down to the couch. Now a dark cloud hung over her world and those old feelings were slowly making a return. The one thing she could use to numb the pain wasn’t even within her reach this time. The liquid form of pleasure was calling her name and it was hard to ignore. For the first time in awhile, Holly would have to suffer because she didn’t want to ruin her new opportunity.

A few days went by without Ben Wiseman on set and Holly still seemed shook up by his appearance. The industry wasn’t that large and the actress was bound to run into her worst nightmare again. But, for a few years she was able to avoid him and somewhat heal.

The days and nights on set were long and exhausting but everyone had bonded so well, no one complained. When they weren’t on set, Holly and Chadwick were in fight training together.

“Ready for me to kick your ass today, Boseman,” Holly joked, pulling her thick curls back into a headband. “I’ll try to take it easy on you old man.”

Being called a old man wasn’t new for Chadwick and he always laughed it off. He looked young in the face but his mannerisms and a few of his ways screamed elder. “Oh, it’s like that, huh? This old man may have to show you a couple of things. Got a little muscle on those arms and you think you’re cute.”

Holly blushed and shook her head in response. Their trainer had just entered the room with his gym bag and mat in tow. “Wassup fam,” Tony Kenny, their personal battle trainer, greeted the pair. Chadwick had been training with him since Civil War and had became even more advanced in his fighting skills. The actor was smooth on his feet and didn’t move like the old man people called him. Thanks to Tony, Mr. Boseman was in the perfect shape when filming began.

“Hey Tony,” Holly replied, fist bumping the 6′2 and 195 pound fighter.

“Hey lil bit. Chadwick, she’s catching up with you in the arm department, bro,” Tony pointed out, while Holly flexed her muscles, teasing her castmate.

“Maaan! She ain’t working with nothing. Don’t blow her head up any bigger,” the actor teased, ruffling Holly’s curls and earning a slap to the arm.

“Such a hater,” she stuck her tongue out and began stretching to prepare for their lesson. “I worked on my round house kick and tried those stretches you gave us,” Holly said to their trainer.

“Cool, cool. I’ll check that out and let you know if you need to work on it some more. Deal?”

“Gotcha,” Holly responded, her spirits higher than they had been in the last couple of days. Being around Chadwick made her temporarily forget about the demons she was fighting.

Movie fight scenes were always harder than people realized. What people saw on screen was a combination of CGI, intense training, and a stunt double if stunts were too dangerous for the actors. But no one truly understood the hard work that went into action scenes except the people working behind the scenes or on set.

Chadwick and Holly trained with Tony on their free time in order to perfect their fighting styles and techniques. While some actors opted for stunt doubles, the acting pair attempted to do as many of their own stunts as possible. Training wasn’t easy all the time, but they enjoyed each other’s company and the challenge. Somehow they fit and working together brought a joy that Holly hadn’t felt in awhile.

“You afraid to slam me,” Holly joked, holding her hands up in defense mode. The actors circled each other slowly, Chadwick’s feet softly patting the mat mimicking a cat.

“Not at all,” he smirked, swiftly reaching out for his opponent as she ducked away. “Alright, that was luck.”

“That’s twice in two sessions, you think that’s luck,” Holly teased right before she was pinned down to the mat.

“You were saying,” the Black Panther star questioned, laughing obnoxiously at Holly’s surprised expression. “I’m the Panther, what did you think would happen?”

“I’ll give you that one,” the actress stated, picking herself up from the soft blue mat.

“You ready to go again,” Chadwick asked getting into stance.

Adjusting herself, Holly got back in position, “Bring it.”

After a long day of training, the actors returned to set to finish out their day before being dismissed at 3am. Holly hated when her days ended because it meant going home alone and being reminded of Ben Wiseman’s presence within the Marvel family. Chadwick decided to cook an early breakfast to avoid the few restaurants open within the early morning hours. They settled on Chadwick’s comfortable condo in downtown Atlanta.

“I’m starving so I hope you can cook or I’ll have to talk about you,” Holly Raye teased, sitting at the kitchen counter, while the actor prepared the early morning breakfast. “You usually cook for everyone?”

He moved around the kitchen, grabbing a mixing bowl, spoon and pancake mix from a cabinet. “Not much. Just for family...or girlfriends ,” he answered, peering up at Holly while he pulled out measuring cups and cinnamon, placing the items on the marble counter top.

The statement sent Holly’s stomach to her feet. When Chadwick liked you, he didn’t hide it. The way his eyes twinkled made butterflies form.

When Holly’s eyes finally fell to the counter, Chadwick continued taking out ingredients for his infamous waffles. An awkward silence formed between the two before Chadwick turned on music and began humming along to Raheem DeVaughn’s You. His costar continued watching from her seat, not taking her eyes off his bulging shoulders as he prepped the food. Or the way his lips pursed when he was in deep thought. His attentiveness when it came to the waffles was adorable. Holly kept watching until he startled her out of her daydream. “Can you get me that rice drink in there, Raye,” Chadwick asked, nodding towards the fridge. “Raye?” The sound of Chadwick repeating her name, made Holly jump to her feet and scurry over to the stainless steel fridge.

“Sorry, here you go,” she said, placing the carton on the side of the mixing bowl. “Need me to help with anything, Chef.”

“There’s turkey bacon in the fridge if you want to get started on that.”

“Wait, I thought you were-”

“I said for you, stop trying to call me out,” Chadwick laughed, shaking off the accusation Holly was trying to pin on him.

“Mmmmhhmm, I know you snack on this when no one is looking. It’s okay to admit it. More bacon for me,” Holly stuck out her tongue and danced as she opened the package. Humming to herself, the actress pushed passed her friend and to the stove. “That smells good. What are you mixing in that?”

“A bit of cinnamon and PB powder,” he replied, reaching over Holly’s head to grab another ingredient from the cabinet. As Chadwick reached up, his body accidentally bumped Holly’s, the roundness of her ass connecting with his hip. “Excuse me,” he breathed, praying she didn’t feel the excitement building behind the thick sweats. Everything seemed to be a domino effect because a startled Holly turned around, meeting him face to face. Great. Here fate was causing trouble once again.

With their faces inches from each other and in a compromising position, they were frozen in place. Chadwick’s brown eyes landed on Holly’s plump lips, the urge to feel them against his own growing stronger. Slowly, that wall that Holly had built around herself was crumbling away and she felt safe. Safe with an old friend she once had a deeper connection with until they lost touch.

The package of turkey bacon mysteriously ended up on the counter. Chadwick had removed it from Holly’s loose grip before the package ended up on the floor. His lips moved in closer and Holly sealed the deal by closing the space between them. Unlike their onscreen kisses, they didn’t have to hold back. While Raheem DaVaughn continued crooning in the background, the sexual tension between the two actors grew. Their lips connected...

We’ll stop there, but the next chapter will pick up from this point! The next one will be an emotional one.

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