This post is part of a thread following a faggot named Giovanni who is owned by Master Lorenzo. CLICK HERE to read all of these posts in chronological order!

This site has always been blessed with some truly astonishing faggots. I have had influence with some of them, but I do not take credit for the terrific faggots they’ve become … NATURE deserves that credit. These are not “good boys” … they’re GREAT boys. They were born with a natural desire and the programming to serve Alphas properly.

Even among the legendary faggots in the Hall of Fame around here, little Giovanni shines among the brightest. He’s as natural of a faggot as you’ll ever know … sexy, slutty, and playful, but obedient and worshipful and deeply considerate of the needs of superior Men. To top it off, Giovanni is a mentor faggot (the highest rank in my faggot hierarchy), a slave devoted to helping other fags sharpen their skills and mental outlook.

He’s rightly owned by one of the greatest God Alphas I’ve ever known in Master Lorenzo. That means Giovanni is not only used properly, but he’s also cared for in the most exquisitely loving ways. Master Lorenzo knows he owns a Rolls Royce faggot in Gio (honestly two along with Rafael), so he takes perfect care of his fags so they are always ready to serve.

Some faggots complain to me about being restricted (like when they’re locked in cages) or some other aspect of service, but Giovanni relishes everything about his Master and his service to him without any complaints at all. It’s marvelous!

Giovanni likes to surprise Master Lorenzo every so often, if for no other reason except to keep his Master happy. The other day Giovanni came up with a cute surprise, but notice how it ended up being a learning opportunity:

Hello brother Sam!!! This is Giovanni

Omg brother, you won’t believe what happened last night!

It was Master Lorenzo’s birthday and I cooked a nice meal for him and talked to Rafael that we could bring a third faggot as a surprise for our King. So I found a sexy fag on Grindr, explained the situation and we were all set. Our Master arrived home, ate his food, and then the fag arrived.

He was soooo happy, the fag was really sweet and sexy. He put the three of us in his bed, all with our ass up, he lubed our holes and fucked a little of each, alternating from one pussy to the other. Everything was going super well.

Then I rode him, Rafael sucked him again, and he fucked the new fag in missionary and doggy. He wanted to give his load to his new fag, so after banging him hard he told the boy to open his mouth. He shot a very delicious load in the fag’s mouth, and you know, I thought that my mission was complete to my Master. We were all sweaty in bed.

But the boy out of a sudden turned his head to the floor and spit all the cum on the floor!!!!! Omg Sam, I was so embarrassed and he spit a thick load with all his saliva on master’s rug, it was horrible. I could see the shock and the disappointment in Master’s eyes, but I know he’s a really good man, so he would not beat him, but he was clearly offended.

Master just said “Gio, go wash the rug. Rafael, go take our new friend to take a shower” I knew something was wrong because Master always bathe us with his hands after he fucks us but with the new guy he just told him to go take a shower with Rafael.

Anyway, the fag took a shower, dressed up again, and left the house. I knelt on the floor kissing Master’s feet and apologizing for the fag’s behaviour. But Master Lorenzo just said “not everyone is perfect like you, baby”

Then he took Rafa and I and bathed us as always, kissing us, telling us how beautiful we are, and washing our whole body, including our holes, of course. We went back to his room and before sleeping he demanded a double blowjob and shot another load for Rafa and I. We of course swallowed every single drop.

Brother Sam, I told the fag ONE MILLION times that Lorenzo is healthy and always does all his tests, so that he could take his load with no risks, but still he spit all my King’s precious seed. That happened yesterday, today in the morning he texted me again on grindr asking when “he would be able to ride my boyfriend again”

I asked Lorenzo what to do, and he said that the fag deserves a second chance, but he wanted to know why he didn’t swallow. BELIEVE IT OR NOT brother, the fag said “oh I really like dick but I don’t like cum, it’s disgusting” and guess what, my perfect master just said “be polite with him baby, but tell him that we won’t see each other again” And then I told the fag that Master didn’t want to do it again, but I added a personal advise and told him that, if the Alpha is healthy and have no risks, he should respect more the precious seed of Men. He called me a misogynistic and blocked me.

I felt bad at first because I thought I had ruined Master’s birthday. But tonight he arrived home with a very sexy lingerie, a new cage, and a new anal plug for me. Rafael usually stays with us just on the weekends, so I was by myself. Oh brother Sam, it was so magical!! Master likes to fuck rough but sometimes he’s really romantic and I love it!!

Look how perfect he is: he told me that he noticed during the day in my text messages that I was feeling guilty so he wanted to remind me that I am “the world’s most precious faggot” so he brought a really tiny sexy lingerie, put the new cage on me, and told me to wait for me with the plug inside me while he took a shower.

When he came back from his shower, I was ready and my hole was all nice and lubed for him. We made love for hours and hours, he came inside of me first and then in my mouth. I have his cum now in my face, tongue, stomach, and ass.

Now he’s asleep and I am really tired as well but I wanted to tell you this story before I go to bed!

Brother Sam, why is it so important for Men that we accept their cum inside of us? And why so many people find it disgusting? Last question: do you think I did the right thing telling the fag to respect the seed of superior Men?

I think Master Lorenzo was very reasonable telling the fag not to come back anymore if he doesn’t like cum. But I wanted to know your opinion.

I have soooo many female friends who refuse to swallow their boyfriends cum. Omg, it’s crazy for me! I would swallow gallons of Lorenzo’s cum if he wanted me to do it!! I love you so much brother Sam!!

My goodness, what an experience!

First of all, I’m proud of Giovanni (also Rafael) for maintaining their perfect standards (and submissive attitudes) despite the fairly atrocious and undisciplined behavior of this outside fag. The situation could’ve gotten out of hand (who knows what I would’ve done in the same situation! Probably would’ve been pretty mad!). Giovanni’s shock, though, is appropriate. Giovanni has been bred and fed Master Lorenzo’s cum too many times to count, and Giovanni considers every drop of it to be exactly what it is: the most precious substance on earth.

To see a random faggot spitting his Master’s cum on the carpet was just too much for Giovanni to bear! I’m so glad Giovanni discreetly corrected this wayward faggot!

This incident really underscores how badly all faggots need Owners to train them properly. Not all faggots emerge from the womb ready to serve like Giovanni did. It makes me sad and frustrated that there are so many unschooled feral faggots out there insulting Alphas with their pathetic, half-hearted service!

Incidentally, I’m also proud of Master Lorenzo for refusing to give the faggot another chance. Alphas should maintain respect for themselves and their Alphahood. The feral faggot was attractive, but for a God Alpha obedience is worth more than a hot ass.

Here are my responses to Giovanni’s questions:

1. It’s important for Men to put their cum inside us for a couple of reasons. First of all, Men are natural breeders, and the process of shooting their cum into someone is deeply satisfying on a primal level. Secondly, shooting their cum into people is a way of claiming them as conquered territory. Thirdly, a Man’s cum carries his specific genes and hormones. It’s HIM, essentially. So that cumshot is as personal of a gift as a Man can give, so it should be respected.
2. I guess people find it disgusting because it shoots from the same hole the Man pisses from, so they equate cumshots with waste. Of course, this is incredibly disrespectful and just plain WRONG, but people get stupid ideas in their heads. Also, I wouldn’t say that cum always tastes DELICIOUS, so for some people the taste is awful enough to make them sick.
3. Not only did you do the right thing, but you also did it in the most perfect way possible. You did everything you could as a good boy and great mentor to try and teach this dumb faggot the truth. Yu never know … maybe it’ll be out there thinking about what you said and change!

I’m so proud to call Giovanni my friend and little brother. We both serve Master Lorenzo, so I’m always kneeling right next to Gio in spirit, both of us safe in the enormous shadow of our God Alpha, Lorenzo.

I love you, little Giovanni! Thank you!

It started off like any other night.
I had just finished cleaning the kitchen, countertops wiped down, floor spotless, everything ready for Sir Declan’s return. I thought I was done for the night.

Then I turned around.

He was standing there.
Before I could even say a word, I was pushed up against the wall. His hand pressed against my back, firm and steady, while the other grabbed my wrists and pulled them behind my back. The sharp sound of zip ties tightening filled the room.

Once he had full control, he didn’t say a word.
He led me to the couch, each step reminding me that I wasn’t in charge of anything anymore. He shoved me down into the cushions, adjusting me exactly how he wanted, bent forward, exposed, completely vulnerable. My shorts and underwear were yanked down in one motion. I could feel his breath close behind me.

The first smack landed hard.
Then another. And another. Each one heavier than the last until the heat on my ass turned into a deep, stinging burn. I could barely stay still, but the zip ties kept me from moving too much. When he was finally satisfied, he ran his hand over my skin, feeling the warmth and redness he caused.

But it wasn’t over.
He grabbed me by the collar of my shirt and dragged me to the bedroom. The cage door clanged open, zip ties cut and before I could even get a word out, he shoved me inside. My wrists were cuffed behind my back now, the cold steel replacing the zip ties. Then came the heavy collar, a solid steel band locked tight around my neck.

A padlock clicked, then another.
A chain ran from the top of the cage to my collar, locking me into a kneeling position. I could barely shift my weight without hearing the rattle of metal. My head hung low, my body trembling, the marks on my ass still throbbing.

I had no idea how long I’d be there.
Minutes felt like hours. Every sound in the house made me wonder if he was coming back or if he was just watching.

Thirty minutes later, I finally heard the keys.
The locks opened one by one. My wrists were freed. The collar came off. I was exhausted, red, and still shaking.

All I knew was that my ass had been punished and Sir Declan had gotten exactly what he wanted.

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Yesterday, Sir Declan took me out for a late lunch, a little spontaneous road trip for his favourite fish & chips spot. He drove nearly 40 minutes just to get there, because when he wants something, he makes it happen. That’s just how he is.

We finished eating, he decided to take a detour. “Let’s go for a walk,” he said. The fall colours were unreal, bright gold and deep red, the kind of colours that make the whole world feel alive. He took my hand as we walked through the trail, calm and steady, and it made me feel like nothing else mattered in that moment.

We past 2 guys and they both smiled at us and we didn’t think of anything until I received a notification on my scruff:

“Hey, listen I know this is weird but we just passed by you guys, and well I’m offering my bf to suck your bf.”

I showed my bf the message and he took my phone.

“Hey I’m the Declan the bf, turn around and have your boy come suck me off. I’m sending my boyfriend Zack near by, you go sit with him and keep him company.”

“Can I suck him?”

Declan: “No, I locked his cock a long time ago and no he doesn’t get sucked. I want you to make sure he sits and waits for us to be done. Can you do that for me?”

“Sure, we see you. I’m going to go grab your bf and have him sit with me”

All I was told is, he was going to piss in the bush and that I need to go sit on a bench and wait. Next thing I see is that young hot guy walking towards Declan and the other Hotty walked towards me and stood in front of me and all he said was “sniff my crotch while your man gets sucked by my boyfriend.” My cock was straining in my chastity.

After a few amazing sniffs,he sat beside me and we simply watched them in the bush.

They both must of finished and as they walked to us and the young guy put his fingers in my mouth and opened it and spat the load he sucked into my mouth. Once his mouth was empty, he said: “swallow it, enjoy it as he didn’t allow me to swallow because he said that he wanted you to have his load” 

I did and then they walked away. Simple as that.
Declan grabbed my hand and we walked away. We never spoke about it and it’s like nothing happened.

No words, no questions, just the silence of the forest and the feeling that whatever happened, he was in control of all of it.

And that’s the thing about being his, sometimes the quietest moments leave the loudest marks.

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Yesterday was Halloween, and I couldn’t wait to finally get out and have some fun. Declan had told me earlier that we’d hit Church Street and check out the bars, so the moment I got home from work, I rushed to get ready.

He’d already laid my outfit out on the couch ,a tight orange prisoner costume. I was about to change into it, but he told me to slow down, finish my drink first, and chill while he “handled something on his phone.”

If you know Sir Declan, you know this, when he’s quiet and focused, it usually means he’s plotting something. And he never warns me.

A few minutes later, he said, “Babe, come to the room.”
The lights were set up already on bright like he was about to film a scene.

I asked, “What’s with the setup? Aren’t we going out?”
Before I could even process it, he made me kneel in front of the jail cage, cuffed my hands above my head, and locked them to the top bars.

He leaned down and said calmly, “Honestly, I’m not sure if I want you going out tonight.”

Then, knock knock.
Someone was at the door.

Declan smiled, grabbed a carved pumpkin, and shoved it over my head. My world went dark except for a hole where my mouth was. I could barely hear or breathe through the thick shell, only muffled sounds.

I heard the front door open. Then metal clicking. Another pair of cuffs.

When Declan came back, he said, “A buddy’s here, he’s handcuffed to the wall in the living room. You’ve been a good boy lately, Zack. So tonight, I’m gonna use you while I cuck him.”

That’s when he shoved his cock down my throat through the mouth hole of the pumpkin. His hips slammed against the pumpkin’s rim as I gagged and drooled, completely blind and restrained.

When he came, his load sprayed inside the pumpkin, hitting my beard, my lips, and even my eye through the cutout. I was left there dripping, unable to wipe it off, while he went back to the other room.

About 30 minutes later, he returned, laughing when he saw my eye swollen and red. “You got cum-eye, bitch. Looks like pink eye now.”

He wrapped a chain around my waist, pad locked it, zip-tied my hands to it, and shoved me into the cage. The cell door closed with a click, and then I heard the distinct snap of a serial tag zip-lock, no escape.
He uses ziptags when he leaves the house while I’m locked away, so that if any emergency happens, I can get away but he will know that the serial number ziptag was tampered with.

“You’re in for the night,” he said. “I’m heading out with the guy for Halloween.”
He turned on the Blue Jays game, shut the bedroom door, and left.

When he came home around 2 a.m., I felt his lips press through the bars, kissing me before cutting the zip ties. Then he replaced the zip lock with a padlock on the door, smirked, and went to bed.

This morning, before leaving for work, he unlocked the padlock and said only:
“Have dinner ready tonight. Clean the house. I left the guy’s underwear on the couch, full of cum. Guess who’s cum! Enjoy.”

So yeah, Halloween ended, Locktober ended, but my chastity didn’t.

It’s November 1st, and I’ve officially entered No Nut November.
My next bail hearing for release is set for December 1st.

Hope your Halloween was wild, just maybe not as locked-up as mine. 🎃

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“He Said ‘Let’s Cuddle’… Then Threw Me in the Cage”

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Earlier this week was one of those non-stop, soul-draining days at the office. I woke up tired and spent the whole day in meetings, calls, and dealing with everyone else’s problems. By mid-afternoon, I texted Declan saying I couldn’t wait to get home, relax, watch a movie, and cuddle in his arms.

He simply replied:

“Yes, let’s do that, babe.”

That message kept me going. I left work, stopped to grab dinner, and finally walked through the door thinking I was about to have a quiet night.

I put the food down, took off my shoes, and went into the living room to greet my boyfriend. Like I do every single day, I dropped to my knees in front of him without even thinking. It’s second nature now, I kneel, remove his socks, and start kissing his feet. The smell of his workday hit me instantly, a mix of leather, sweat, and warmth. My tongue traced over the tops of his feet, across the arches, and down to the soles.

I could taste the salt and feel the roughness of his skin as I sucked each toe slowly, one by one, while my tongue circled between them. His toes flexed a few times, little signs that he liked it, but he didn’t say a word. He just leaned back, watching his show, occasionally glancing down to make sure I was still at work.

After about twenty minutes, my jaw was starting to ache, and I tried to shift or stand up. That’s when I felt it, his hand suddenly grabbing a fistful of my hair.

“Where the fuck do you think you’re going? Mouth back on my toes and shut up.”

My breath caught. That tone hit hard.

Without another word, I went right back to it, licking, sucking, and massaging his feet in silence. The only sounds were the TV and the wet sounds coming from my mouth. I stayed there for another thirty minutes, completely ignored, existing only as his footrest and toy.

Eventually, he said casually,

“Go get me a drink.”

When I got up, my knees cracked. I went to the kitchen, made his drink, and took it to him. He didn’t even look up, just took it from my hand, and I quietly walked to the bedroom to change out of my dress clothes.

I was unbuttoning my shirt when he suddenly appeared in the doorway. He didn’t smile.

“In the cage. Now. Don’t make me repeat it.”

I froze.

My heart dropped because I had no idea what was coming. I really thought we were going to cuddle.

But his expression told me otherwise, this was serious.

As I crawled into the cage, he followed me in with a few items. My stomach turned when I saw what they were: cuffs, a hood, shackles, and a gag.

He said, almost casually:

“A guy named Anthony, the one who paid to extend your chastity for another month, also bought a punishment from my throne. You might not like it, but it is what it is.”

Then he listed what was requested:

👀 Hooded

👀 Gagged

👀 Kneeling

👀 Balls cuffed to the jail cell

👀 Hands handcuffed

He placed the hood over my head, muffling everything. I could barely see or hear. My wrists were cuffed in front of me to the cage, my knees pressed into the floor, and my balls were cuffed through the bars so I couldn’t move more than a few inches. Then he shackled my ankles and looped the chain through the bars, forcing my legs backward until I was completely locked in place, kneeling, bent forward, my face pressed near the bars, unable to move, my breath echoing inside the hood.

I heard him step back and say quietly, almost amused,

“That’s better.”

Time became meaningless. I had no idea how long I’d been restrained. Every sound felt amplified, his footsteps, the TV in the background, even the sound of him pouring a drink somewhere nearby.

Every now and then he’d come over and tease me, tugging at my balls or giving them a quick slap before walking away again.

Then suddenly I felt something cold. A hand spreading something across my balls.

And then it hit.

🔥 A535 cream.

The burn was instant, a deep, searing pain that made me gasp into the gag. I tried to pull back, but the cuffs held me tight. My entire body shook. It was unbearable, and he knew it. I could hear him laughing softly as he walked away.

That hour felt endless.

At times I tried to fight it, other times I just gave up and knelt there shaking and sweating, drooling into the gag while the burn consumed me.

Eventually, I heard another sound, one that didn’t make sense at first. A second voice. A quiet moan.

Declan wasn’t alone.

Through the hood I could hear him, the sound of his belt, the deep grunts, the rhythm.

He was getting a blowjob.

Someone else was on their knees, servicing him while I was caged and burning.

He came hard, I heard it, I felt the tone in his voice change when he finished.

But I wasn’t allowed to see who it was.

When he finally removed the hood and cuffs later that night, he just smiled down at me and said,

“You’ll find out eventually.”

Two days before, I learned that I’ll be participating in No Nut November, and that more punishments are already lined up.

That’s my life.

The life of a slave boyfriend, owned, used, and kept locked for the man I love. 🖤

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Asian Alphas (when you find them) are surprisingly dominant. They don’t do a lot of talking usually, but what they want is unmistakable.

Master Jin, for example, is one of the greatest Masters this site has ever known. His keen, natural understanding of Hierarchy at a young age led multiple other straight Alphas to start owning/using live-in faggots. Also, his revelatory insights into the need for faggots to be in chastity led me to eventually become a huge proponent of chastity for fags and eventually led to my own caging.

So I’m a huge fan of Asian Masters!

This Asian Master is in complete control of his faggot, and it’s beautiful to see. Not a single motion is wasted as he uses it!

I get a little dismayed when I look at findom. Faggots throw tens of thousands of dollars a month at each of these young straight Alphas in the desperate hope of feeling owned by them. Unfortunately, these Alphas have no interest in owning faggots, and worse, wouldn’t have the first clue on how to do that.

These findom Alphas are almost entirely hot social media Alphas, the kind you see flexing for the cameras at your local Planet Fitness gym. They’re opportunists, sliding into the DMs of faggots like storm-chasing roofers looking for a quick payday.

I find it sad that, for most of these cash faggots, they’ll never know the peace and sense of purpose that comes from being owned by true Alpha Masters. Oh, the things they could learn if they were!

For instance, there’s Master @theOMGboss. I’ve known him for a long time (ever since my earliest days on Tumblr), and he owns personal, in-home fags as well as a huge stable of cash fags.

But he’s different than the rest:

This is the attitude of a true Alpha Master who understands how to cultivate submissive faggots and turn them into valuable possessions that he knows completely.

Another great example of a true Alpha Master and Owner of faggots is @the247Master. He actually owns and develops what are essentially faggot beasts of burden.

This Masters perspective is clear:

These are incredible Alphas who have accepted hierarchy completely and have bravely forged lives so they can experience everything that is possible.

And by embracing their natural role as Master, they have also taken the responsibility of caring for and training their faggots. They give their faggots the chance they’d otherwise never have, to fully experience what being a faggot means.

There’s no way a faggot can receive that kind of true fulfillment from some arrogant 20-year-old InstaDom/ cashmaster.

To the Alphas reading this: take seriously the commission nature gave you. You were meant to lead, teach, train, and discipline. You were born to OWN inferiors and shape them into useful possessions. Take that seriously.

To the faggots reading this: your commission as a faggot is deeper and more important than sending a couple of $20 bills to a kid on Twitter with nice feet. It means something to be truly owned and trained by an Alpha Master. Don’t give away something as precious as your loyal submission to Men who have no clue or desire to own and train you!

Hierarchy is important to me. It’s important to society. We have roles we’ve been given in that greater scheme, but far too often those gifts are wasted.

And when those gifts are wasted, human potential is wasted.

So embrace your purpose, embrace the truth, and set your mind on greater possibilities!

A caged faggot is literally a toy for Alphas.

A fleshlight.

It’s a failed male that has surrendered its nub out of respect for the cocks of true Men.

When a Man presents his cock to it, it knows what to do.

It was born for this. #HierarchyIsTruth

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There’s something different about living as property.
Not everyone will get it, most people wake up every day making choices. What to wear, what to eat, when to jerk off. Freedom feels like air to them.

But when you belong to someone, your air changes. You breathe what they allow. You move how they decide. You learn that obedience isn’t weakness, it’s purpose.

For most couples, “love” means equality. For us, it means surrender and control. It means one man gives up everything, and the other takes responsibility for that gift. It means knowing your collar doesn’t just decorate you, it defines you.

You stop comparing yourself to “normal” people, because normal doesn’t feel real anymore. You start measuring your days not by time, but by service. By how well you obeyed. By how proud your owner looked when you said, “Yes, sir.”

It’s not about pain. It’s about peace, the kind that comes when you no longer have to think about who you are. You just are what he wants you to be.

Zack

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The following post is part of a thread chronicling the journey of a faggot named Ricky who discovered the joy and fulfillment of chastity while in college. CLICK HERE to read all of these posts in chronological order!

In honor of Locktober, I’m publishing stories of faggots who have learned something about themselves through chastity. Write to me if you have something to share!

I really am jealous of some of my brothers who have had experiences like a faggot named Ricky. You see, Ricky was taught the truth about chastity while in college, when an Alpha there took ownership of him and locked him in chastity for the first time. I didn’t get to know the meaning of chastity until later in my life, so I feel like I missed out on those precious years of discovery while in my youth.

Some might say that putting a cage on a young fag’s nub is detrimental, but honestly the benefits far outweigh any detriments. Just listen to Ricky describe his experience:

I always knew I was different from my guy friends growing up. When they would be talking about what girls they got with from school I only ever cared because I wish it was me they were fucking. Like most boys do we talked dick size and I was always the smallest out of my friends. I was always envious of their size and wondered if I’d ever get that big.

Well college came and I met my first alpha. He introduced me to the hierarchy and caged me for the first time. Once the cage was on everything made sense. I knew I was always meant to be caged. I found FWA and leaned more of my place in the hierarchy and got deeper into chastity. This site has helped me to learn and embrace my place as a fag beneath real men. The hierarchy is undeniable.

I wish I had known sooner and locked up back when I was in high school before I tried topping lol

Isn’t it funny how Ricky and I (now both long-term caged fags) wish we would’ve been caged earlier? Why do we feel that way?

It’s because chastity has been teaching us a deeper meaning to our submission. We are learning things about ourselves through chastity that not even simple denial could ever do. Chastity is a journey into oneself, into our own motivations and our reason for being.

Chastity separates us in an undeniable and distinctive way from Men. There are no excuses possible for a caged fag, so delusions. It frees up the mind of a faggot, focuses its mind on its proper place and the only needs that matter: that of the Superior Men around us.

I’m really proud of Ricky for finding a college Alpha who understood the value of caging faggots and took action to cage Ricky’s tiny dicklet!

Any faggots out there still free should really consider it, too! You’ll be a much better faggot for it!

Hi brother,

This faggot is 54. It’s locktober but the slave is so frustrated because its Master doesn’t allow it to be caged. It is so nice to be locked and show its submission. But Master decided that the slave should stay in chastity just by the power of Master’s will.

The slave is really grateful and honored that Master thinks it is able to do that. And it will !

Of course it’s easier than for young faggots. The slave is so proud of the young faggots that manage not to jerk and cum.

To be honest, the slave is really ashame when it can’t avoid a hard-on in front of its Master. Master’s aim is that the slave’s clit stays soft. That’s so difficult….

Of course there is only one cock in our relationship. And of course we are both feeling better after cumming, which has a complete different meaning for Him and it.

Do you think that not being allowed to be caged will improve Master power ?

Thank you for the question, brother! Happy Locktober! 

Congratulations on having a Master at your age! I occasionally hear from older faggots who complain that they feel they are all washed up, so it’s nice to have an inspirational story like yours to show them all what is actually possible! 

I do understand your Master’s perspective, and I can definitely respect it. In some way, he is demonstrating a certain level of trust or faith in you and your ability to obey. He knows you want to honor him in all you do, and this is one way to do that. So I’d definitely look at it that way.

Funnily enough, I never got hard while serving. I was always so in awe of serving and so focused on what I was doing to please them that I simply didn’t even pay attention to myself. Now, mind you, I masturbated A LOT when I was by myself until about 8 years ago, when I began to take a more serious inventory of every aspect of my life and how I was using it. There is a certain responsibility I feel from my functions on this site and for my audience, so I do try to practice what I preach whenever possible. That’s MY point of view, but everybody’s different.

As far as your concluding question, YES I definitely do think that it will grow his power. What Master wouldn’t be flattered and proud to simply command something and have it be done, rather than requiring physical props to make it happen?  I can tell you’re a good faggot, and I’m sure you make your Owner proud every day! 

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Yesterday was day 464 of being locked in chastity under Sir Declan’s control (Locktober day 2).

Last night started off like the perfect kind of evening you imagine in your head but never think will actually happen. Sir had already texted me earlier in the day telling me to show up at the gym. As soon as I walked in, his eyes told me everything: this wasn’t going to be a “regular” workout. Between sets he’d whisper in my ear, “I’m going to make your body better for me. Stronger, tighter, more useful. You’re mine to build.” Each word was like a pulse down my spine, a mix of fear and excitement.

After we left the gym, we came home. I immediately started preparing dinner after my shower exactly as he’d instructed earlier in the day. I had all the ingredients laid out; I knew the timing had to be perfect. He likes things a certain way: his plate built just right, sauces in the correct order, and the tray neat so he can eat from the couch. I didn’t even make my own plate at first. Instead, I knelt at his feet, rubbing his arches, running my thumbs over the tension in his heels while he ate.

Halfway through his meal he looked down at me, smiled, and said quietly but firmly, “Go get your food.” I got up and made my own plate, but instead of joining him on the couch, I had to sit on the floor at the coffee table, back turned to him, eating like a servant while he ate like a king. I could hear him breathing, feel the weight of his gaze on me.

We started a movie and for a few minutes I felt that rare softness; he let me curl up next to him, his arms around me, his hand lazily resting on my locked cock through my shorts. But I know him well enough to recognize when that softness changes. His body language shifted. His grip tightened.

He stood up and without raising his voice said in that low, unmistakable tone, “FOLLOW ME!”
As we got in the bedroom, he said:
“Hands over the cage now.” My stomach dropped. I knew what was coming.

The cage already sitting there like a silent threat. I raised my arms. He grabbed my left wrist and clicked the cuff to the top bar of the cage, then my right wrist to the other side. Cold metal. No movement. My body completely exposed.

Then came the first strike of the paddle. Not hard enough to break skin but hard enough to sting and echo in the room. He paused, reached for the permanent marker, uncapped it with his teeth, and began writing across my back in thick black letters: “Owned by Declan.” The ink felt cool at first, then hot as my skin burned from the paddle.

By the time he was done, my ass was bright red, my back a billboard with his name across it, my cock locked and throbbing, collar snug against my throat. He left me like that, wrists chained, ass stinging, for a good 30 to 45 minutes. I could hear him moving around, watching TV in the next room. Every so often he’d come back, rub my ass with his palm, slide his fingers into my mouth and say, “I love you, babe,” before disappearing again. Each time was a tease, a reminder of both his affection and his control.

When he finally released me, he didn’t send me away. He pulled me to the couch, had me lie on my stomach with my head on his lap so he could stroke my hair while watching more TV. My red, sore ass was on display the whole time. His other hand lazily rested on my back where his name was still written, fingers tracing the letters like he was reading them silently.

This is the reality behind the photos and the stories. This is the mix of discipline, service, and care that makes me his.

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Hi Sam,

Happy Locktober!! As someone who is trying to extend my Locktober into November and maybe beyond I have to ask, as a locked faggot yourself do you ever cum while caged? Is it something I should try to do or just not worry about it? It is all easier said than done.

Thanks for writing to me! Happy Locktober to you, too!

I have never cum while caged, but I might be a special case. I had used my mind to stop masturbating a few years before being caged, and I’ve never ejaculated from being fucked (not even when being cunted). So I’m not sure I’m the standard. 

Other faggots have cum while in their cage, so I know it’s possible. 

Personally, I think faggots should really try not to cum as much as possible. Ejaculation is something Men do, not faggots. Plus, not cumming keeps you hornier and needing cock. I always default to recommending that faggots focus on service or preparations for service, rather than servicing themselves. 

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Today is the first day of October, a day that officially kicks off a month-long celebration of chastity for faggots, subs, and any other beta males called LOCKTOBER.

While AI can’t seem to pinpoint the origin of Locktober, it did suggest that it began sometime after “No-Nut November” started as a meme in 2018. And honestly, I feel pretty confident in suggesting that Locktober started on Tumblr around that time period. I was at Ground Zero on Tumblr during the rich and dizzying heights of the Hierarchical movement on that platform at that time, and I remember it exploding on Tumblr. My site there, Fags Worship Alphas, was booming, and I was constantly fielding questions about chastity.

Here was the problem: I wasn’t in chastity at that time. Even worse, I had a really dismissive attitude toward chastity, maintaining the position that any “real faggot” doesn’t need chastity.

But something was happening inside of me that I didn’t plan nor anticipated. I was sinking deeper and deeper into subspace through my meditations on Alphahood. I was servicing Alphas on the side (I had just been dismissed by my last formal Master prior to starting FWA in 2015), but now I was also covering stories from Alphas all around the world. I began to see the Alpha brotherhood in a more complete way, and it was awe-inspiring. I was actually blessed to coach powerful straight Alphas into taking ownership of and using faggots, and I witnessed the glorious ascendancies of God Alphas because of it.

The net effect of this was a humbling I had never experienced before. I became so ashamed of my free penis that I was still using like Men do, pissing in urinals and masturbating. I felt like a hypocrite.

In a moment of clarity, I decided that I couldn’t wait until I was owned again. I needed to go into chastity immediately in the hope that it would ease my shame.

So I bought my first chastity cage, and then filmed my first locking on March 10, 2020 for the official record:

I instantly felt better, and I began to learn so much more about my own submission/purpose through chastity.

For instance, I began to understand why muscle faggots (like the one pictured above) rely on chastity as a way to refocus themselves on their purpose despite being built like that. Or how chastity can help well-endowed faggots shrink their penises (it really does that!) while also keeping them humble.

But most of all, my experience made me a tireless advocate of chastity in breaking/training new/young faggots. When straight Master Jin first told me that any faggot he owned had to be in chastity (this was 2019), I’m embarrassed to say I was almost critical of it. I had never been in chastity before and always felt it was some fetish nonsense (like the leather scene or pup play). In fact, I credit Master Jin for starting me down the slippery slope toward my own caging.

But now I firmly believe all faggots should be caged.

Why? There are a few reasons:

1. It clarifies a faggot’s mind, decluttering it.
2. It forces the faggot into a meditative state
3. It humbles the faggot
4. It helps the faggot appreciate the power of Men
5. It makes the faggot hungrier for service
6. It forces the faggot to accept the natural differences between a Man and itself.

The effect of chastity on me has been profound. So thoroughly was I changed after two years in chastity that, when I had to come out of chastity to serve two years in prison in 2022, I never got hard once during those years, and every day I yearned to be locked up in chastity again. The shame of being in prison wasn’t as bad for me as the shame of being out of my proper place – in chastity.

Wanna guess what I did immediately after getting out?

It’s been an incredible five year journey with chastity, and I wholeheartedly encourage any free faggots to try it this Locktober. Trust me, it’s even better if you lock yourself and successfully remain locked the entire month, because it’s a gift you’ve given yourself (rather than one imposed on you by an Alpha).

I wish you all a Happy Locktober!

Hey! Im still pretty new to being caged and I’m really loving it, it’s what feels most natural to me. One thing I’ve noticed though is that I’m not able to cum while I wear the cage, I’ll finger myself or use a dildo to try and cum because I don’t like jerking, but I can’t actually cum without taking the cage off and jerking. Do you know how to help with this? Or are faggots not supposed to cum? Thank you!

Hi brother! Thank you for writing to me! 

First off, congratulations on starting your journey into chastity! It sounds like you’re already noticing positive changes! Trust me, if you devote yourself to chastity and really meditate on its meaning, you’ll really start to feel a huge difference in your outlook and attitude. Men will notice it as well! 

Also, I commend you for trying to work on your pussy while caged. Chastity has multiple applications for faggots, and one of those involves a faggot discovering the purpose and functions of its pussy because it is no longer able to use its nub for satisfaction. 

Personally, I have never cum while wearing my chastity cage, but I have developed tremendous control nowadays. For you just starting out, it’s probably necessary to expel semen. Ideally you’d want to do this by milking cum out of you by manipulating your prostate with either a finger, or with that dildo. I’ve heard of faggots doing both. I’ve covered them both on this site. If you do a search for the word “milking” in this site’s search bar and you will find posts about that.

On a related note: a reader wrote in about cunting himself with a dildo while trying to milk his prostate. I’ve never experienced that, but it’s technically possible: https://hierarchyuniversity.com/questions-from-readers-450/  

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Hello there!! I am 32 now and I always knew that I am a faggot. I got fucked in my ass for the first time at age 17 by a 56 year old man. I always had girlfriends and affairs with women while I permanently enjoyed to be a faggot slut for older men. I am single for 3 years now and since then locked in chastity by my female roommate, and to be perfectly honest I love it like that. I  don’t want to use my limp dick because I feel like a total faggot and I only want and need to serve and satisfy men. I go to adult cinemas and public cruising areas a few times a week, serving every man with all my holes completely naked in my chastity cage and I love it and crave it. Actually today 4 strangers came on my face. But I can’t really go the next step and fully embrace it. What is my problem?

Thank you for the question, brother! 

I’m a little confused … why don’t you think you’ve fully embraced your place as a faggot? You’re now voluntarily in chastity, you’re actively serving Men with your holes, and you sound fairly submissive (I mean, a female told you to go into chastity!). 

What part of being a faggot are you not fulfilling? What is that “next step” in your mind? 

Are you maybe referring to referring to yourself as a faggot in everyday life or with people in your life? Or are you referring to the fact that you aren’t owned by a Master? If either of those things are concerns, let me dissuade you now. You’re a faggot on the INSIDE before you’re anything on the outside. I think you ARE a fully realized faggot already, and there’s nothing holding you back or lacking in you. 

In my opinion, I think you should put aside these self-doubts and continue what you’re doing.  

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Punishment.

Yesterday made it painfully clear why Sir Declan set this sentence, being moody for being cucked while he had a weekend date wasn’t acceptable, and he decided I needed to learn the lesson properly.

Day one started with paddles and 4½ hours locked in my jail cell. I was sore, humiliated, and already missing him which is exactly the point.

When he came home from the gym yesterday he didn’t say much. He had me put my hands through the bars of the cage and the cold metal cuffs clicked shut around my wrists. The cuff chain tightened so I couldn’t pull back. Then he latched shackles on my ankles to the cage so I was forced to stand there, exposed and completely immobilized. He pulled my shorts down, and every strike of the paddle landed with a loud slap and a burning sting that worked its way into my thighs and ass. Between hits he would whisper that he loved me and that this was necessary for us to be right, that the pain was part correction and part care.

When the paddling stopped he unfastened the cuffs, ordered me to strip, and shoved me back into the cell naked. The door slammed and the lock turned. I sat on the cold floor with my hands over my chest, breathing in the quiet, feeling the afterburn of each hit and the shame that came with it.

Four hours later he came back. The click of his keys felt like a mercy. He opened the cell and let me come sit on the floor in front of him while he relaxed on the couch. He put his hands on my shoulders and worked out the knots with firm presses. Every so often he’d kiss the top of my head like I was a child he both owned and wanted to protect. We turned on The Simpsons, a small, ridiculous bit of normalcy and the contrast between the tenderness and what I’d just been through made me ache to be better for him.

When it was time for bed I was allowed to sleep with him, but mercy didn’t mean freedom. Sir was hard and told me to work on his cock. I climbed on top and obeyed. His skin was warm against my mouth, his fingers tangled in my hair, and he kept my head down until he emptied himself, hard and hot down my throat. He didn’t let me pull away; he made sure I swallowed every last drop. Afterward he murmured, “Good boy, you didn’t gag this time. Okay, now bed time.” Praise that stung almost as much as the paddles, because it reminded me I’d passed another test.

I expect tonight when I come home from work I’ll be greeted at the door with handcuffs again, escorted straight to the bedroom for more paddles, and returned to my cell to continue the sentence. I don’t like the discipline, but I understand it. I appreciate his guidance, his corrections, and his love, even when it’s rough. I will keep working to be the submissive he wants, to obey, and to earn those small, private moments of tenderness.

Zack 
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