Hey brother, I wanna start by saying that I love and admire your work. Thus, I hope you don’t mind me respectfully disagreeing with you for the first time.

I am a 40-year-old faggot and have been following your work for years. I am in love with the powerful young Alphas whose stories I can learn about thanks to you. That being said, did you seriously use words like “unacceptable” and “disappointing” to describe the glorious and powerful King Lorenzo? He saved the life of a fag and his mother, he takes care of two boys and one trans boyfriend, he is a successful Man and a powerful big dick Alpha, he mentored his brother Jose and made him embrace his Alphahood… but now you are disappointed because he wants to cum on his brother’s face? We both know that our opinions and thoughts don’t actually change the life of a King like him, but I truly think that most fags on Earth would not react as you did. Again, I profoundly respect you and your work here, but don’t you think you are overreacting a little bit this time? To me, it seems to me just two Alphas in a healthy and very natural competition of Alphahood since they both know that Lorenzo has the big dick (literally and figuratively).

And it also makes me think about the effect of cum: I understand your point about the humiliation of taking a facial. But Jose has been bred several times before. Is it really that worse to take his brother’s cum on his face?

Since the young and wonderful Master Jose felt comfortable to share this issue with you, I would like to say something about it to.

I love you, my brother Sam! And I love your work! Please don’t get me wrong, ok? I am disagreeing with you here out of the deep respect I have for you.

Take care,
Fag Jeff.

*** This is in response to THIS POST. ***

Brother, thank you for the nice feedback!

I can definitely understand why you might feel that way. After all, I’m a faggot, and technically don’t have much of a right to criticize Master Lorenzo.

On the other hand, I’m sort of in a peculiar position in that I’m a mentor faggot who has advised both Master Lorenzo and Master Jose. In fact, they met through he (and this site), and my advice was instrumental in Master Jose’s embracing his Alphahood. So this situation is very personal to me.

I think I see this situation the way a lot of people do.

Master Lorenzo breeding Master Jose is NOT a humiliation for Master Jose. It was a sharing of power and intimacy. As Master Jose said, he felt incredibly powerful after being bred by his superior. This effect between Alphas has been confirmed multiple times on this site when Master Chad bred Master Cal and others. I can’t explain the phenomenon entirely since I’m a fag, but something quite powerful occurs hierarchically when a superior Alpha breeds an inferior Alpha.

But there is no way to see having an Alpha cum on another Alpha’s face as anything except humiliation. Alphas cum on our faces to humiliate us, don’t they? How could it be anything except humiliating for an Alpha to receive a facial? In fact, it would be VASTLY MORE HUMILIATING for an Alpha to receive a facial!

I think the most important piece of evidence to support my position is Master Jose’s gut reaction to that idea. He’s humiliated by even the suggestion from an Alpha he deeply admires! That ALONE should be the reason why Master Lorenzo should never do such a thing. Master Lorenzo has helped Master Jose become the very real Alpha he is today. Why would he want to cum on Master Jose’s face, humiliate him, and destroy Master Jose’s confidence that way??

So I do hear what you’re saying, but I’m still firmly against this and I’m still profoundly disappointed in Master Lorenzo’s selfish insistence on such a course without even considering his brother’s very real feelings.

I care about both of these powerful and superior Men. I’m trying to shepherd them from my vantage point as a faggot devoted to both of them and their respective Kingdoms (of which I’ve been blessed to be a part). Despite being a faggot, I cannot stand idly by while one of my Masters ruins the confidence of another.

No way.

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Tonight Zack finally faced the moment of truth: release and freedom from his chastity cage after 611 days… or more locked-up denial ahead?

I strapped him tightly to the chair, secured a powerful vibrator right against his chastity, and laid out the rules:

• Envelope 1 opens if he cums before the 15-minute mark (hidden until the end)

• Envelope 2 opens if he cums between 15–30 minutes (hidden until the end)

• Envelope 3 opens only if he survives the full 30 minutes without cumming (hidden until the end)

The stakes? Whether he finally gets to touch his cock again… or stays helplessly caged for who-knows-how-much longer.
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This isn’t fantasy. This is our real life.

Despite the exhaustive efforts of sites like this one, the mainstream remains oblivious (even resistant) to the truth of hierarchy.

When I look at the clip above, I don’t see danger or harm. I see a young, budding Alpha walking his pet faggot in public, a showy display of youthful power.

People in general are frightened of what they don’t understand, but they’re even more frightened of what threatens their “safe” man-made order.

Sights like this ping an ancient memory of a time when “the law of the jungle” reigned supreme, a time when the strong could take from the weak without consequence while Nature smiled approvingly.

This frightens the masses, hence the hyperventilating response above.

Well, they’re going to have to get used to it. More and more young Alphas are discovering hierarchical truth online and fearlessly embracing their natural dominance.

Hierarchy is the truth. It is the First Law of Mankind. No amount of politically-correct whining will ever stop it!

I still get that electric shiver remembering that afternoon back in the summer of 2025, one of those raw, unforgettable moments deep into our 8-year relationship as boyfriends, when Declan’s ownership felt as natural as breathing and the KINK3D Viper cage had long been our go-to for unbreakable, comfortable denial. The Viper was perfect by then: lightweight 3D-printed plastic with sweeping armored curves, full underside closure to crush any cheating thoughts, great airflow for endless wear, and my PA ring locked right through it, keeping me throbbing and secure without a second thought.

That morning he’d chosen my exposure uniform: the bright red mesh shorts, ultra-sheer, fine net-like fishnet that hid exactly zero details. They clung tight to my hips and thighs, the tiny holes putting the Viper’s black curves on blatant display in front, PA ring glinting, balls hanging heavy and vulnerable below. In back, the mesh parted naturally down the center seam, framing my ass cheeks completely bare, the vivid red netting contrasting my skin like I was packaged solely for his eyes. He tugged the waistband high, pulling the fabric taut over the cage and stretching it even tighter across my hole. “My perfect boy,” he murmured, fingers tracing the net along the Viper’s outline. “Locked like always, all see-through and desperate. These stay on all day, no covering. I want to watch you leak while you wait for me.”

Chores around the apartment were charged: dusting, laundry, prepping his snacks, every shift letting air tease through the open mesh, the Viper denying me relentlessly, pre-cum slowly soaking dark patches on the front where nothing was concealed.

By mid-afternoon Declan wanted gaming time, so he led me into our bedroom. The jail cell stood in its usual spot by the window: that sturdy gunmetal metal frame, vertical bars on the sides in a grid, horizontal slats across the top for solid strength, bottom padded with a dark gray blanket and rumpled bedding (though today it stayed empty).

He had me kneel in front of it, facing the bars, then pulled out the real police-issue handcuffs, those heavy stainless steel chain-linked cuffs, cold metal loops connected by a short rattling chain, ratcheting with that final authoritative click, double-lockable for no-escape security. He fastened one cuff snug around the base of my balls (above the sac for grip, always checked for circulation and safety, no risks in our play), threaded the short chain through a lower side bar of the cage, and locked the other end. It pulled me forward hard, making me to hunch against the metal frame from the outside, ass pushed out toward the room, Viper-caged cock and stretched balls thrust forward through the sheer red mesh, hole framed invitingly by the parted netting, body pinned helpless and on full display.

“Good boy,” he said casually, patting my head like his favorite toy before leaving with his controller and headset. “Quiet. Don’t move. I’m going to play my video games.”

Hours melted away. Game sounds filled the other room while I stayed frozen outside the cage, muscles burning sweetly from the pull, mind drifting deep into subspace. The mesh let every draft ghost over my skin, the chastity kept me locked tight and desperate, body a living display piece chained to the bars.

When he finally paused the game and I heard his walk, my pulse hammered. He approached slowly, no rush to release. He crouched in front of me, gripped my chin, tilted my face up to look at his eyes. “Look at you,” he whispered, voice thick with affection and lust. “Chained outside your cell stuck by a pair of handcuffs, those slutty red shorts framing your Viper-locked cock and ass like a gift. So fucking beautiful after all these years. All mine.”
He stood, unzipped, spat once on his thick cock to slick it, then stepped behind me. Hands braced on my hips through the mesh; one gripping firm. One slow, claiming push in, no extra prep, stretching and owning me while I gasped against the bars, cuffs keeping my balls pinned taut against the metal, the frame rattling softly with each deep thrust.

He fucked me hard then, every inch possessed, my body jerking forward against the cage with his rhythm. “This is what you’re for,” he growled low in my ear. “My hole. My toy. My good boy who waits so perfectly chained outside like this.”

Hours of knowing I was helpless, he didn’t last long. One final, bruising slam, and he buried deep, flooding me with heat as I moaned brokenly, the chastity holding my cock straining uselessly against its curved plastic prison.

Only after he softened and pulled out did he grab the key. He unlocked the cuffs gently, rubbing the marks on my balls with soothing care, kissing along my neck and spine. He helped me stand on shaky legs, pulled me into his arms, and held me close, stroking my hair, murmuring how much he loved his obedient, displayed boy. That same deep tenderness that’s carried us through 8 years, making every intense bit of control feel safe and cherished.

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Hey There Sam,

I’ve been a lurker for quite sometime and haven’t messaged you before but I saw one of your posts around early November last year showing a white top and an Asian bottom with some very heavy white dominant race play. I am dealing with some natural desires that conflict with my own sense of morality and figured I would reach out for help. To give you context I am 6’7 240 cornfed Midwestern alpha that is a German, Irish, and Scandinavian mix and I crave the submission of weaker smaller men, nothing too surprising to you I am sure.

The problem is I also have a strong desire specifically to use and humiliate those of different races than me. It isn’t something I am proud of but it feels like an ingrained built in drive. In my day to day I believe in equality and treating everyone like an individual with respect regardless of their physical characteristics and would consider myself very liberal politically. But when I get horny and an Asian or black faggot is worshipping me I find we both naturally start spouting the most racist filthiest white supremacist things we can think of. I feel the need to conquer and colonize rushing in my blood like an ancestral urge and I just brutally take what is mine while humiliating and degrading the faggot while making them stroke my ego as well as my cock.  Often a play scenario is I’ve finished conquering a village and knocking up its women and then I’m using the weaker faggot who couldn’t defend them as my musk rag and sexual relief toy.  It feels so amazing to hear an Asian twink half my size beg for my “superior white babies” and “to colonize their inferior bloodline” But I feel extremely guilty after and know that I don’t actually believe those things I said. I never do it unless specifically asked for,  but it is almost always asked for unprompted, especially by Asian faggots when we compare his clit to my cock. I even have had white and Jewish bottoms telling me how much better my BWC is than others.

I know your perspective as a white bottom is going to inherently make you biased towards being submissive to tops of other races and you know the pleasure that raceplay can bring especially towards alphas, but I would appreciate hearing your thoughts on how a white alpha should handle raceplay and if you’ve heard any perspectives from Asian or black bottoms who have done submissive raceplay. There are faggots and alphas in every race, so why is raceplay going both directions something that seems to be a natural ingrained guilty pleasure throughout the community, is it just the taboo nature of it all that makes it so thrilling?

Thank you for writing, Sir!

Race play is a weird kink in hierarchical play (and yes, I consider it to be hierarchical). As a young faggot serving black Alphas constantly, I encountered quite a few who would demand that I beg them to fuck me “with their big nigger dicks”, etc. This went against everything I believed in about race, and I must admit I don’t think I was particularly convincing while doing it (in fact, I was spanked for not being loud enough). I guess intellectually I understood why it was hot, but it just felt wrong to make derogatory comments like that about superior Men.

Of course, your case is quite different, Sir. You are a mountain of white superiority, and all people are inferior to you physically, if not in every way. I can see why you end up in those scenarios where faggots of certain races might want you to degrade them (or why you might want to). After all, you are an unrivaled physical specimen, so why not live out a fantasy with you?

I don’t think you should feel guilty for enjoying this, Sir. I think it’s just part of the overall power play element of hierarchy that everyone agrees is hot. What you’re doing is no different than an Alpha “raping” a faggot and then providing loving aftercare to it. Obviously the Alpha is not really a rapist, but he needed to express that level of aggression in the moment. The real Alpha is the one who comforts his faggot afterward.

Same with you. You’re obviously not a hateful racist or bigot, but in the moment you want to experience “full power” levels of aggression. It’s thrilling for you and your faggots, Sir. But afterward, you return to your true personality. And look at it this way: the very fact that it bothers you proves you are not a racist.

If we held the things said and done during the heat of sex against others, sex would never happen. Sex is supposed to release the animal within us, the primal urges you speak of, Sir. To deny ourselves that level of expression is to live a sexual life unfulfilled and ungratifying.

You of all people were born to take whatever you want. You should never live in a cage of societal or moral restrictions, Sir.

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Hello, I am new-ish to your page and site. I am a 23 year old sub. In the past year or so, I have been craving the ideas of being a cuck and being exposed to my friends, exes, and men in my family. I love humiliating and the idea of the people I love knowing that I am a complete beta male whose only purpose is to serve Alpha men. But deeper than that, I feel like I deserve this life, I deserve to be exposed and ruined. My question for you is how do I go about this? I have tried previously to message them and have always chickened out.

Thank you for writing!

Well, first of all, you’re not a beta male. You’re a faggot. This is an important distinction. You’re resisting calling yourself that, which is odd given that you like humiliation. But before anything else, you need to admit that and be able to express that openly.

As for the rest: stop chickening out. Embrace what you are and you become fearless. There are plenty of ways to do this, but first things first. You need to develop inner courage.

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While I do think the clips that God Alpha @geoscarxxx posts help faggots appreciate their purpose, the more valuable aspect involves Alpha mentorship.

He’s teaching his brothers how to properly own and use faggots.

In hierarchy, this is vital!

God Alpha @evanpitcherx perfectly understands the need of a faggot to be humiliated and teased and used roughly.

He’s not a Destroyer Alpha for that. He’s simply using it the way nature intended.

HierarchyIsTruth

“I don’t want to see your fucking face!”

When Alpha brothers are taking turns using a faggot, they often want it as impersonal as possible.

The faggot doesn’t have a name, and they don’t want to look at it. They want to fuck it and breed it until they’re done with it.

Here’s the Nuclear Option ™ in action. Master @domtopdadd fucks a faggot while his caged faggot is forced to watch.

A very effective punishment/corrective measure to force the bad faggot back into place.

Straight Alphas could fuck a female instead. Same effect on the fag.

Declan came home and saw my chores weren’t done.
That was all it took.

No yelling. No discussion. Just calm, firm control.
I was corrected, and when I came back in, he detained me.

Hooded. Shackled. Lifted and locked helpless inside the cage while he went about his night like nothing was wrong. Total power. Total calm. Total ownership.

What happened next and how the night ended shows the real total power exchange.

Our lives are often completely normal at times, just a real boyfriend relationship.
But that can change quickly, and I’m reminded exactly where I belong.

We film as much as we can, but this isn’t pretend or role-play.
This is real life for us.

What you’re seeing is genuinely how we live.

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While it wasn’t the case with my first Alpha, most young Alphas first experience their Alphahood and the ownership of faggots through foot worship.

It’s easy, mostly non-sexual, and powerful. It definitely leaves a lifetime impression on their development!

As you all know, I had to sign a contract agreeing to 7 days of being 100% slave to my boyfriend in exchange for my birthday gift: a trip to Spain next year.

One of the conditions of that contract was simple and very clear:
47 paddles.

When he got home, I thought I had done everything right.
The fridge was spotless.
The stove was cleaned.
The bed sheets were washed and changed.

But I made one mistake.
I forgot the kitchen.

That was all it took.

He dragged me into the room, cuffed my hands to the cage, locked shackles around my ankles, and then cuffed my balls directly to the cage bars so I couldn’t move an inch.

And then it started.

The paddling.

Did he stop at 47 like the contract said?
Or did my mistake cost me more?

You’ll have to watch the video to find out.

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This is interesting training. The Alpha is fucking the faggot while questioning its other service activities.

What is the effect of this? It forces the faggot to self-reinforce that its purpose is to serve.

The brainwashed response by the faggot is impressive!

This is interesting training. The Alpha is fucking the faggot while questioning its other service activities.

What is the effect of this? It forces the faggot to self-reinforce that its purpose is to serve.

The brainwashed response by the faggot is impressive!

It’s so important for Alphas to talk to their faggots. It’s one of the most underused tools in faggot training.

I think if every Alpha talked to faggots like this Alpha does in this long clip, faggots would be much more obedient and Alphas would be much more satisfied.

This video is a perfect example of how an Alpha should talk to his faggot. Confident, degrading, encouraging, and acknowledging the purpose of the faggot.

Talking to them this way reinforces that purpose and claims them mentally.

HierarchyIsTruth

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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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Sometimes Zack is a good boy and boyfriend, but as his owner, it’s my job to make sure he never forgets who he belongs to.
Even when he behaves, that fear of disobeying me needs to stay alive. It’s what keeps him obedient, molded, and mine.

Yes, the ass is his, but it’s an ass that belongs to me.
And I’ll paddle it anytime, any way, and anywhere I damn well choose.

Sir Declan

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