
The following post is part of a thread chronicling the enslavement of a 53-year-old faggot (a former Top) named Mike by a 31-year-old Alpha Master named Steve. CLICK HERE to read all of these posts in chronological order!
A couple of days ago I published this post about an ultimatum Master Steve gave to his new faggot Mike. The ultimatum involved two choices that Master Steve presented to Mike and told him to choose his destiny:
1. the first option was Master Steve would cage Mike in private. Mike would remain locked for two weeks, but during those two weeks he would not have sex with Mike. Mike would only be allowed to watch Master Steve have sex with other fags.
2. The second option would be Master Steve hosting a caging party; he would invite his three closest friends, Mike could make it public knowledge to them that he was Master Steve’s fag, and that Mike was wanting to be locked. He would lock Mike in front of them. And then Mike could serve them drinks that night. After they left, he said he would allow Mike to drink his piss and fuck and breed him every time they were together over the next two weeks.
In that post I made it very clear that I was recommending the second option. I felt it was obvious what Master Steve really wanted his faggot to choose. I believed Master Steve wanted to show off his new, obedient faggot to his Alpha brothers, cage it in front of them so they could admire it, and then spend two glorious weeks breeding it like a King. After all, that’s the glorification all Alphas want.
Sadly, Mike allowed his ego to get in the way, and he chose the wrong option. I’ll let him tell it.
It was an emotional night. I feel exhausted.
I hadn’t heard from him since he hung up on me Friday, so I showed up at his house around 6 PM like usual. He was on the couch, feet up on the coffee table in long socks, playing video games, acting like nothing had happened. I was nervous, waiting for him to say something first. He just asked how my day was, like everything was normal. It caught me off guard.
I asked why he hadn’t messaged me back. He said there was no reason to there was nothing to discuss. I tried to bring up our options again, but he just said no.
Then he told me I had free will to make my own choices, but his needs would always come first. He said sometimes he’d push me, challenge me, guide me where he thought was best for my growth. Other times, like now, he’d let me decide so I could have a stake in the relationship. But choices always come with rewards and consequences. Then, just like that, he went back to his game.
I stood there quietly, then started telling him about my conversation with you and the advice you gave. He cut me off, saying he didn’t care for what you faggots talk about and that at the end of the day, I was going to have to live with the consequences, not anyone else. But then he added that if I were smart, I’d start taking advice from someone. The choice I made was selfish on my part, all I thought about was me. He said I keep forgetting his needs and priorities are always first. He said you think this was the easy way out, but trust me it was the harder way, but you will soon find out.
I was speechless. Then he said, Enough of this. Get me something to drink.
As I turned to head to the kitchen, there was a knock at the door. I opened it to see Gary, someone I couldn’t stand. The kind of fag who’s always trying to get into someone else’s boyfriend’s pants. Before I could say anything, he asked if Steve was home.
Steve must’ve overheard because he called out, Yeah, let Gary in.
At this point in time, Master Steve stood up pulled his dick out of his sweatpants, and said come here, Gary you fucking fag, suck my dick. Of course Gary got on his knee and started sucking his dick. At this point time Master Steve looked at me and just simply said I thought you were getting me something to drink. I was completely speechless. I was fuming mad, but went in there and got him something to drink. I handed Master Steve the drink. And he said watch how good this faggot does. In typical Master Steve style, just before he was going to cum he told Gary to open up his mouth and stick out his tongue. He began to blow his load in his mouth and some landed on his cheek. He took his cock, rubbed it on his cheek, told him to swallow his load and clean off his cock. He did and then he told him to open his mouth, he cleared his throat and spit in his mouth. He just said OK faggot it’s time for you to go. Gary being the piece of shit could tell I was mad, he just simply looked at me and said bye sweetie. Of course I wanted to scream.
Master Steve said damn he gave a good blow job, I may have to fuck him one day. He said OK it’s time for us to go take a shower and get dressed to go to dinner.
He didn’t really act mad at me, but things felt off. I kept replaying what had happened in my mind. I was upset and jealous. But I knew I only have myself to blame.
That night we went to bed as usual. When I woke up the next morning to make his breakfast, as I started to get out of bed he woke up at the same time and said oh btw here put this on. It was the Chastity, I thought he might have forgotten. It was much tighter fitting than I had imagined. The feel wasn’t as bad as I expected, but I’m sure it’s going to be worse over the next few hours and days.
When I brought him the breakfast, I noticed he was up reading his phone. I kneeled like I normally do after I put his food on the table. And he said, could you just hand it to me in bed? I ask him did he need to relieve himself and he said no pissed in the toilet already. He said don’t forget I’m cut off of piss, dicks, and loads two weeks. So don’t ask again. I was crushed.
We went about our morning routines and then he said he was going to be out for the rest of the day. He said straighten up this place it’s a mess and do the laundry. And don’t wait up for him tonight.
To be honest, I have so many thoughts going on right now. Why am I allowing this? What’s he out doing and who is he doing? Am I being truly selfish as he said? Why does he want me caged and why is so important to cage me in front of his friends? Should I text him to come home and talk? Do I need to set some ground rules for our relationship? Do i simply go home? So many thoughts, I just feel drained and so frustrated already in this cage.
Now, Mike made the wrong choice for sure. Master Steve was clearly upset that his faggot didn’t get the point of the exercise, and even though he got good service from another faggot, it’s still not as satisfying as what he wanted to happen.
But how about that last paragraph???
That last paragraph is a CATASTROPHE of faulty faggot thinking! Every wrong impulse is crammed into it, and if Mike were to do any of those things, Master Steve would cut him off at the knees and dump him out along the side of the road.
So instead of that happening, I did that for Master Steve. I lacerated Mike in a long email, screaming through text that faggots don’t make demands or ultimatums or threats to an Alpha. Faggots don’t have the right to become indignant and demand special treatment. Mike is a FAGGOT, not a lover, partner, or even a friend.
I don’t know if Mike did anything stupid, because I haven’t heard back from him after I pulverized him. Hopefully he learned a lesson, but I’m not optimistic.
I do think Mike is handicapped because he was once a Top. This has conditioned him to expect certain treatment that he’s no longer entitled to as the property of an Alpha.
ALL FAGGOTS, RE-READ THAT AWFUL PARAGRAPH! LEARN FROM IT!