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 following the life and teachings of a 30-year-old God Alpha named Master Maurice as he takes ownership of a disabled faggot named Édouard. CLICK HERE to read all of these posts in chronological order!
Since my return I’ve been blessed with some truly extraordinary stories that really touched me and inspired me, but none have had quite the emotional impact of the story of Master Maurice and his ownership of a disabled faggot named Édouard.
As a God Alpha, Master Maurice can have anyone and anything he chooses. Yet he chose to own a disabled faggot. Let’s be honest: most Alphas would’ve said “no” to Édouard simply because of the degree of difficulty involved in owning him.
But Master Maurice is not like “most Alphas”. He’s a superlative of a superlative, a kind of real-life superhero who sees the lowly and afflicted and uses his great power and wisdom to effect positive change. Suffice it to say that I wish we had 10,000 more just like him!
I’m always so grateful when I hear back from this greatest of Kings, because he teaches by example and through his impactful words. He targets his messages, rather than simply using his voice to brag about his power and accomplishments.
He was inspired to write again from a recent post about Alpha scent, and from that comes another lesson:
Hey fag Sam, This Master Maurice, remember me? I haven’t shared my experiences with my fag for a while, but I came to your page to see what was going on and just saw this sexy post about Alpha scent. My fag is literally what you described. When he is upset, I literally shove his face on my sweaty balls and it’s a kind of magic for the fag. He literally changes his mood in 5 minutes on my balls or armpits. I wonder what the biological process is his fag brain for such a change of mood to happen so quickly.
I am also training him to ride my cock now. I usually fuck him missionary because, as you know, he can’t move his legs, missionary is usually the easier way to have full access to his hole while he hugs me, but I really like when fags ride my cock, so I decided to train him. At first he was not very confident because he doesn’t feel anything from his hips down, so he can’t use his knees to ride it. But I held his skinny body in my arms, reassuring that everything was okay, then I told him to open his hands on my chest and instead of using his legs, use his hands to go up and down.
His pussy is quite used to my cock, I literally molded his hole pounding him hard, so it wasn’t hard to go balls deep inside of him, but he didn’t want to move, he stayed still just feeling my hard cock in his ass. I wanted him to do sort of a push-up on my chest to move up and down, but he wasn’t even trying.
You know, I am very patient and I love my boy, I take care of him everyday in my life. But it’s not very smart to disobey a Man when his hard cock is shoved deep in your ass. I wasn’t fully rational, so I just said “come here, boy”, held his hips on both sides with my hands and pounded him to make sure that he would never forget who is the man and who is the faggot in my house. But I know very well how to be firm without hurting a fag, he never told me stop while I was banging his pussy. He just kept moaning and repeating “oh baby, it’s so deep, omg, it’s so deep”, I was literally teaching him how to serve my cock in cowgirl style without making him move a muscle, I was doing all the work, he was just a sextoy getting fucked on top of me. I was using all my strength to make him ride me, sliding his body up and down like a fleshjack.
Then I gave him a break, we were both sweaty, he was already out of breath. I hugged him, putting him on my chest, his head next to mine on my shoulder, without taking my cock from his hole, then I whispered in his ear “I love you boy, but when I tell you to do something in this bed, you do it” I didn’t want to be too hard on my fag, but I had asked him to serve me and he let his fear speak louder than his obedience. He just said sorry, still grasping for air, then I added “this is my house, my bed, and you are my faggot, now go back to what I told you to do” and it worked like magic. He put his both hands on my chest and started fucking himself using his arms to go up and down. I said “good boy” while he was moaning and stretching his pussy, I came after a few minutes and pumped a thick load in his ass.
He apologized again when I was giving him aftercare, but I told him that it was okay, kissed him tenderly and called him a good boy again. Then he fell asleep with my cum in his ass and his face on my armpit.
You may not remember, but I’m still fucking that nurse I hired. Another good boy with soft lips and a great nurse. My goal is moving him in as well, so I’d have two perfect fags and a full-time nurse to look after my boy.
I love that Master Maurice doesn’t allow sentimentality cloud his judgement or his training of his faggots. His expectations and commands still stand regardless of any physical limitations.
Why is this good? Because Master Maurice is pushing Édouard to become stronger and more resilient, not to give up when something is difficult!
Imagine Édouard’s pride after Master Maurice pushed him to actually do this difficult sexual position and then please Master so much he pumped a precious load into him! The next time there is some difficult task to please Master, what do you think Édouard’s attitude will be regarding that task?
That’s the beauty of TRAINING your faggots!
At Hebrews 12:11 The Bible states the following:
“True, no discipline seems for the present to be joyous, but it is painful; yet afterward, it yields the peaceable fruit of righteousness to those who have been trained by it.”
God Alphas like Master Maurice see the end result of discipline and training: a better, more confident faggot!
He also sees an endgame with this nurse faggot he’s been breeding, biding his time until he can move that nurse fag into his home to complete part of his growing Kingdom.
It’s God Alphas like Master Maurice who keep me smiling in confidence. He’s the living embodiment of everything this site teaches and is meant to amplify.
And I’m the proudest faggot to be trusted by this most incredible Alpha to share his inspirational story with you!
(Story written by a tourist visiting Toronto: @precioushimbo)
I’d been in Toronto for a few days, soaking in the city’s vibe but there was one thing I couldn’t get out of my mind. A fantasy I never thought would actually happen! I took a shot and reached out to one of the most well-known chastity subs and TPE relationships around — Zack & Declan!
I’ve fantasized about this since I got X. Zack is on X and his owner is on 🦋 with the same profile handle: @jktoronto11 (If you don’t follow them, then do it!)
I had to message Declan for final approval, I Flirted, teased, maybe begged a little… and to my surprise, he replied.
We chatted. Fast. Filthy.
An hour or so later, Zack actually showed up at my Airbnb by Declan’s orders. I was shocked!
And yes – he was locked tight 🔒
Fckk, the second I saw him, all I wanted was to bend him over and claim that ass. But I was locked too. Two caged boys, desperate and denied—what could we even do? Still, I tried to play alpha, tested my dominance on him… but he laughed. Turns out being owned in a full-on, no-limits Total Power Exchange made my little power plays seem like child’s games. He didn’t belong to me, I didn’t belong to him our bodies and desires were already owned by others.
And boy, that made it hotter.
The more we talked, the more I felt myself slipping. I was now in the same room asking questions about his life. My head spinning, cock aching, precum dripping constantly. I wanted to be his, even if he was the sub. I craved his control. It didn’t make sense—but I needed it.
Before I knew it, I was cuffed to a chair. Helpless. Horny. Hooked.
We kept talking, teasing, testing limits while I squirmed in my restraints. I felt exposed, vulnerable—and then there was a knock at the door.
My heart stopped. I wasn’t expecting anyone.
My hands were cuffed behind the chair, ankles bound, and a hood over my head left me blind to the world. Vulnerable. Exposed. The tension in the room was thick, and then a knock on the door.
Zack paused. “You expecting someone?” he asked.
I shook my head. “No.”
He checked the peephole and opened the door. I couldn’t see, but I could feel the shift in the air immediately. A new presence entered.
Then a voice: smooth, amused. “Well, well… look at you, babe, playing boss with the tourist. He looks good.”
My heart jumped. I knew that voice wasn’t just anyone. That had to be him—Zack’s Dom. I was stunned. What were the odds? How did I end up in this position?
There was kissing. Intimate. Intense. I could hear everything. Then, the hood was lifted.
And there he was. Declan.
He looked down at me with a calm authority that made me sit a little straighter, despite the cuffs. I couldn’t speak. I didn’t dare.
“Untie him,” he told Zack.
No argument. No hesitation. I was free.
“Hand me the cuffs,” Declan said next. “Both of you—stand in front of each other. Hands on your heads.”
We obeyed. Still silent, still charged with energy.
With skilled hands, Declan clipped a single cuff that locked us together in a very intimate way. He tucked the key into his pocket and said casually, “I’m heading out for lunch—and I need to stop at the store. Talk. Connect. You’re not going anywhere.”
Then he left.
We waited. We talked. We laughed a bit at the absurdity of it all, but underneath that was something real—a spark. We ended up lying on the bed, close, lips brushing. Not fully free, but not trapped either. Just… connected.
Two hours passed before another knock broke the stillness. It was Declan, back.
“Living room,” he ordered. We followed—awkwardly, given our joined state.
“Zack, on your knees.”
As he dropped, I had to drop too, still bound to him.
“Show your friend what devotion looks like.”
As he said that, Zack pulled his cock from his jeans and started to suck. I was then told to place my hands behind my back and watch and not say a word. He sucked him for about 10 minutes and then the moaning started and Zack started to swallow.
Declan turned to me next. “Your turn. Show your respect., clean my cock!”
I did.
When it was over, he tossed the key between us.
“Unlock yourselves. We’re heading out. Nice to meet you, boy. Enjoy Toronto. Zack may keep in touch—I’ll allow it.”
And then they left. I remained on my knees for a moment, breathless, overwhelmed. Alone, but changed.
The End.
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This thread follows Jamie, a faggot who began service to a straight Alpha named Dino that has lasted 15 years and led to marriage. CLICK HERE for all posts in this thread in chronological order!
Next month will mark my tenth anniversary teaching Hierarchy online. It all started with fagsworshipstraights.tumblr.com, morphed into fagsworshipalphas.com, and now it has reached its final incarnation as hierarchyuniversity.com.
During those ten years, I’ve encountered virtually every type of Alpha and faggot imaginable. I’ve heard (and been a part of) some wild true stories. My efforts have directly led to at least five marriages (that I’m aware of). Most of all, I’ve been blessed to meet many courageous faggots and powerful Alphas, some of whom have changed me as much as I’ve changed them.
But nobody I’ve met here has affected me like Jamie Dischiavi, the fag-wife of God Alpha Dino.
Jamie first wrote to me in 2020. That first message from Jamie (and the subsequent post I wrote) I recently restored to this site (you can read that by CLICKING HERE). The wild story Jamie told me about how he first met God Dino, a straight Alpha shrouded with a violent malevolence who was fresh out of prison, seemed almost impossible to be true. But as I investigated it further, I discovered that Jamie was not just telling me the truth, but he was setting me up to learn even crazier things about God Dino and the family of Alphas and faggots he was assembling in his mountain fortress.
What followed from there was an almost-daily torrent of stories about God Dino, his incomparably-powerful God Alpha son Master Chad, his twin sons Master Dean and Jimmy the faggot, and an ever-expanding roster of faggots, more Alphas, and Master Chad’s army of sons he’d fathered. I faithfully clung to Jamie’s example of submitting entirely to service this great hierarchical family.
Like any true, service-oriented faggot, Jamie slowly stepped back from communicating with me about the family, preferring that I communicate with the God Alphas directly. But every once in a while Jamie would sneak some free time and peel off a letter to me to update me on developments.
But these private letters were also missives of joy and fulfillment. Jamie LOVED serving Alphas to a degree that was obsessive. Jamie gladly savored every fluid, every nail clipping, and every bit of grime and gunk a Man can produce … and begged for more. Even when God Dino and his Alpha sons became violently passionate, Jamie absorbed the blows with deep gratitude.
Jamie brought me along for new discoveries. For instance, when God Dino decided to let his God Alpha sons Master Chad and Master Dean use Jamie for the first time (when they were teenagers), Jamie shared every intimate detail and thought with me. When God Dino proposed to Jamie and they married, Jamie shared the love and joy with me.
Through the darkness and the light of the last five years I’ve known Jamie and the Family, Jamie showed me the riches at the end of the rainbow that can only be accessed by digging into the dirt with bleeding hands and an open heart. Whatever I thought I knew about being a faggot dimmed into transparency in the pure, radiant light of Jamie’s love of service.
Sometime in 2022 Jamie became ill, and it turned out to be cancer. God Dino spared no expense to save Jamie’s life, even hiring a full-time nurse and medical staff in-house. And it seemed to work for a while. God Dino and Jamie took several months-long vacations to exotic places around the world, making memories and cementing their bond even more. I thought Jamie might be one of the fortunate ones.
But Jamie’s cancer returned with a vengeance last year, and he quickly deteriorated. So God Dino took Jamie, his sons, and several faggots to a faraway island retreat where they remained for the last few months. The Family huddled together, had orgies together, and shared the most intimate expressions of love and appreciation while they could. Through it all, Jamie continued to serve even when there was no strength left to do so.
But now that service has come to an end. My precious Jamie – my teacher, my exemplar, my brother, and my friend – died in the loving arms of God Dino and surrounded by the Family on a paradisaical island.
There has never been a faggot like Jamie, nor will there ever be again. Faggots like Jamie are the reason why I rail against Alphas who call faggots “worthless”. A faggot like Jamie changed so many lives, inspired the passions and power of our world’s greatest Men, and provided a peerless record of submission and service that will stand forever. That is not “worthless” … it’s WORTHY of praise and emulation. Jamie literally and completely spent a life in service to Alphas, and found a fulfillment that most people cannot comprehend, let alone know.
Jamie’s life shone bright like a massive star, but like all stars, Jamie’s now gone supernova. The light of that life might be gone, but its colorful remnants will echo in the cosmos forever.
Thank you for sharing your light with me, my dear brother.
Love Always,
sam the faggot
Once Jamie died, Master Dean sent Jamie’s final letter to me. This was unexpected, but now something I will always cherish. Here it is:
my dearest brother sam,
Since you are reading this my fate has been sealed. Please brother, no sadness. i had everything a properly humble, lowly faggot could dream of. my Boys, my Grandsons, my rainbow, my flowers, and my amazing Master/Husband/ Owner/Lover/Stud/God, S.D. Dischiavi. i was nothing until Creator God blessed me by allowing me this charmed life with Daddy. i am beyond lucky, even in death i have His Name, His ring, and His possession of me is the triumph of my little existence. If He honors my request, i shall also have His seed inside me. NOTHING COULD EVER MAKE me MORE CONTENT! my life has been honoring Alpha Men. In turn, They have blessed me ninety trillion ways and times. No faggot deserves all the blessings i received DAILY. my presence as a human being and proud faggot would’ve proven infinitesimal had my beloved Master not claimed me.
Some faggots and maybe some Alphas will attempt to make Me sound like super faggot but i only did my duty. i worshipped, honored, loved, and obeyed my Master as any faggot must do. The thing i am most proud of is i had the courage to approach Daddy. sam, you KNOW how much i love Him. The hardest part of all this is i must leave the God who owns me and move into frightening territory without His guidance, protection, and cum. Whatever happens now, i face it as my Daddy’s happy whore. If am punished for that, so be it. It is worth the tortures of hell to belong to Daddy. you know we didn’t have a perfect life, just a Hierarchically perfect one. i know I pleased my Master and that is my lasting legacy.
i won’t go on much longer but I do want to say personally to you brother, THANK YOU! you made this faggot know there were others like she. i no longer felt i was living in a vacuum but other faggots were out there, just as hungry as i. There were other Real MEN out there needing and commanding worship from faggots when They realized no female would want, care about or could withstand Alpha desires. Please sam, never forsake the unspoken faggot dream. Keep you website and your instruction of fagotry moving forward. Shout from every avenue that faggots need Alpha Men as they need oxygen, food, domination, and Alpha semen. Please keep praising Men for They are our total existence. i know your work keeps you from total faggot fulfillment because you must remain unowned. Such a sacrifice would be unbearable if not for the fact that you enrich faggot souls and guide young and new faggot minds. It is one of the most honorable positions a faggot may hold. i admire you. i love you, my brother.
Please assist pinkfaggot with maneuvering the darker corridors of Daddy’s hyper-intelligent mind if she asks. my precious bunny–lead her, love her. she will need you now. I have tried to impress upon her how she needs strength now, to serve. i warned her not to shirk her duties to the Gods for it is for Them that we exist, They are our focus. Do not allow sadness for me to interfere with our faggot purpose. NOTHING is more important that They and Their wishes. c.c. and my sweet baby faggots, my GrandSons, I will miss them all.
As for my Men, i know Dean loves you as does Chad, although He’s too Masculine to say it. If you are ever alone with Chad you will see just how beautifully He enriches a faggot’s life and understand why females and faggots alike would cut off an arm to belong to Him. Dean’s intelligence, Masculine warmth, and sexual prowess make Him one of God’s two blessings given this earth.Treat both with the devotion and respect They are entitled to have. i know you love and worship Them as i do.
Now, the hardest thing i have ever done is leave My Daddy. sam you know He is my reason for existence. i am sure the Men who have used me for pleasure numbers in the hundreds, maybe more. Serving Daddy’s friends was a duty and pleasure, for it pleased Daddy. Of those many Men, not one could make me feel love and terror like Daddy. No Man was capable of being a better deity and sexual stallion. He is the only Man who EVER made me orgasm by simply LOOKING at me! Oh the things my Daddy can do for a faggot’s ecstacy! i will miss Him with my entire being and whatever lies in store for me, wherever i go, every being there will know there has never been a GREATER MANGOD, nor one with more power or love than Daddy. He has loved, fucked, provided, protected, raped, fed, abused, entertained, and made love to me better than I imagined possible and more than i ever deserved. Proudly i state His love, sweat, spit, rage, cum, piss, snot, blood, tears, earwax, and blackheads have been placed inside me on numerous occasions. HE makes me special. If any praise is given my name, make sure ALL are aware that praise is only because Daddy made me worthwhile, any gift i have shared with humanity is because of my God’s love and benevolence. i was nothing until God the Father lowered His standards and took Me for His “hole to cum in”. The first time He said those words i blossomed into my true self. (and i drenched my panties! Hehe) As i have said many times, nothing makes me happier or more complete than being His hole to cum in. What an honor, what a THRILL! Please sam, if Daddy needs you, be there. i know my Master is more than capable of continuing in my absence but He has had so much on His mind and shoulders. i feel as if i am deserting Him when He so needs my love and body. That’s the worst thing of all the negativity surrounding my departure, Daddy will miss me. He does not deserve yet another heartbreaking occurrence. He has been very convincing in His positivity but i know my husband and His mighty heart is in torment. He has been my rock and my sustenance. He is my joy, my life. His breath saved my life once when i stopped breathing. i promised i would wait for Him wherever death takes me. i will belong to Him for infinity.
So thank you sam for your friendship, love, support, and belief in Alphahood. you are a queen among faggots, a lofty position well-deserved by you my sweet brother. i believe we will meet again somewhere, no matter where that is. And i know wherever that place is, my Daddy will find me and claim me all over again. I cling to that occurrence.
It’s been a couple of days since we arrived at the cottage.
I had settled into a routine, one that revolved around taking care of the men.
The men:
My boyfriend: Declan & his buddy: Rick
My daily routine included:
Waking up earlier than them and doing Rick’s morning chores, which included: Watering the grass, flowers, and plants, setting up the beach chairs, gathering fresh towels and cleaning the outdoor shower, preparing the coffee, picking up the beer cans and bottles around the firepit
Declan usually slept in, but Rick was up early, sitting quietly on the deck. When I saw him, I’d bring him his coffee and sit with him briefly before getting back to my chores. He’d sip his coffee, smoke his cigarettes, and watch me.
On the second morning, Rick said, “Declan is a lucky guy to have such an obedient boyfriend. You should be proud of yourself.”
I blushed. I was proud of myself.
Once Declan woke up, he’d join Rick on the deck. I made sure his coffee was ready and kept both their mugs topped up.
One of my additional tasks was applying suntanning oil to both of them. It was always a struggle doing Rick—his toned body made my chastity cage strain uncomfortably.
That day, Rick gave me a few extra tasks:
Carrying firewood to the pit, setting up a cooler full of beer and ice by the beach and laying out towels for tanning
I laid out three towels, but later noticed one had been removed and folded away. I guess that meant I wasn’t tanning with them today.
By 2 PM, the men were well into their drinks. I was allowed to join in and had a couple beers myself. While watering the grass, I saw them both approach. Declan kissed me gently—and while I was distracted, Rick grabbed my arm from behind.
Before I knew what was happening, they had me on the ground. I was lying on my stomach, confused, as they handcuffed my wrists behind my back.
Me: “What’s going on, guys? You know I’d comply willingly.”
Declan: “Be quiet, Zack.”
They lifted me to my feet and escorted me to a bushy area near the trees. One cuff was released only to reattach my arms—this time around the trunk of a tree. I was now kneeling, helpless, my hands secured around the bark.
Declan walked away. Rick crouched in front of me, looked me in the eye, then spat on my face.
Rick: “Your boyfriend and I want to enjoy some drinks and a book by the lake. If we hear a peep from you, I’ll stuff one of my dirty socks in your mouth and duct tape it shut.
Just relax. Enjoy nature. We’ll be watching from the lake.”
It was the first time Rick had ever asserted such dominance. I was stunned. Humiliated. And I couldn’t do a thing—just kneel there, his spit drying on my face.
What I didn’t know was that Declan had logged into my X account and posted:
“At a buddy’s cottage. Who wants me to cuff Zack, drag him into the woods, tie him fully naked to a tree and piss all over him while we drink in the sun? Maybe Rick adds his too. 😈
Hit up my throne if you want to make it happen. Just added: Cottage Soaking While Stored.”
@keyofkink—someone I regularly chat with—saw it. And apparently, he helped make Declan’s “wish” come true. (He requested I stay clothed)
An hour passed before Declan returned. He kissed me and said he loved me. Then he unzipped his shorts, pulled out his cock, and let loose.
He pissed all over me—face, shirt, shorts—everything soaked in his golden spray. Then, without a word, he walked away.
Thirty minutes later, still drenched and stinking of piss, Rick strolled over.
Me: “Any chance I could get something to drink? It’s hot. Maybe a water? Or beer?”
Rick smirked, then without a word, pulled out his cock.
It was thick, uncut, and glistening with pre-cum. He must have seen my jaw drop, because he laughed.
Rick: “Sure. Open up, urinal.”
I knew I wasn’t getting water. I opened my mouth. His sun-warmed cock slid in, and he held my head.
Rick: “Drink up.”
He pissed. I swallowed. As much as I could. Some of it spilled out, but I didn’t resist. He eventually stepped back and walked away.
And I stayed there, tied up, watching them lounge by the lake—laughing, drinking, being men.
This went on for hours. Occasionally, one would come piss on me again, or in me. At one point Rick came by and said:
Rick: “Declan’s napping. I told him I’d take care of you. Open up.”
I expected more piss. But once his cock slid into my mouth, it got hard—and stayed hard.
He didn’t say much. He just started thrusting. Slowly at first, then more forcefully.
He used my throat like a toy. I gagged at first, but eventually my body adjusted. He fucked my face for about twenty minutes, until he came hard down my throat.
He pulled out and looked at me.
Rick: “Here’s a towel. I’m removing the cuffs. Strip—get naked.”
I obeyed. Standing naked in front of him, he looked down and burst out laughing.
Rick: “What the fuck is that? Declan never told me your cock’s locked.”
Me: “He didn’t do it for this trip. I’ve been locked for over 330 days. I haven’t seen or touched my cock in almost a year.”
He cuffed my hands in front and pointed to the shower.
Rick: “Go clean up. You’re barbecuing after.”
As I turned to leave, towel in hand, he called after me:
Rick: “Excuse me?! Aren’t you going to thank me for my load?”
I turned, dropped to my knees, kissed his feet.
Me: “Thank you. Your seed was amazing—it’ll give me energy to serve you both later.”
Rick: “That’s hot. Okay—go.”
True story… the end
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Yesterday was day 2️⃣3️⃣7️⃣ 🍆🔒 OMG 237 days since my boyfriend Declan locked my cock in chastity! This is crazy!!!
As I’m sitting on the couch checking out X and reading stories from Hierarchy University, it really is sinking in that my life has been taken over by someone that I love so much. He gets to cum anytime whether it’s on or in me. Lately he loves to blow on me.
When his cock grows, it’s my job to take care of it. It doesn’t matter if I’m sick, sad or not in the mood, it is a fags job to service a real man. Even when I’m not around him, he gets to cum and I have no say. It’s his right and well he deserves it. Not all men are born as an alpha and king of a household.
👀As I look down at my body, I see a pad locked that keeps a chain around my neck secure to show that I am owned. It’s funny, some will see me collared and will know I’m owned and keep their distance but often enough, some will come up and ask questions and push their alpha hierarchy on me. Declan does enjoy seeing me get talked down and degraded.
👀If I look further down, my cock is locked in chastity but also double secured with a Prince Albert lock that keeps me from pulling out.
I know many subs out there who secretly pull out their cock, jerk a load and sneak their pathetic cock back in the chastity before getting caught. Tiss tiss! (Sorry I am ratting you out with your little trick.) Declan knows of my past and has taking all precautions to prevent this from happening with me with this added lock.
👀If I look further down, a chain and pad lock is around my left ankle. This is more to to show people that the chain collar around my neck is not just a fashion statement.
ZACK IS OWNED, PERIOD!
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In part 1 of my story, Declan surprised me with a trip to Paris. Go find that story and read it before this one. We spent days being a tourist in the great city of Paris. Many hot boys carrying baguettes. lol
One night after a long day checking out many sites, Declan decided that we would go to the gay area and have some drinks.
What we noticed is almost all bars were very small and crammed with so many men.
Once they heard our voice they all knew we were new meat in town. The American accent got many of the French boys hard and horny. We were being welcomed by many.
Later in the evening at our last bar, Declan went to get a round of drinks and I was just standing by a table. This young guy, I would say he was about 30 years old. He was wearing jeans and I white tshirt. You can see he was very built. He came up to me and said:
“You must be Zack correct?”
I was very confused and said yes.
“I been checking you out and my boyfriend and I had a quick chat with Declan. We made an arrangement that all four of us will be hanging out for a while and that you will belong to me and he will have my man. So here I am.”
I was shocked and looked for Declan and saw that he was making out with a guy.
Seconds later Brian (the guy with me) grabbed my head and started to make out with me. His tongue was all in my mouth.
As we stopped kissing, he spat on my face and told me to follow him to his table. I grabbed my drink, wiped my face and followed him to find both our boyfriends still making out. We were in a corner where it was a bit private but no one cared if people watched. Before we sat down, Brian said:
“Put your hand in my jeans and check what you are doing to me.”
His cock was hard and wet of precum. Now I was getting very horny. He did the same and put his hand out and laughed his head off and told his boyfriend to quickly put his hand in my pants. He did and also laughed.
As I write this, today is day 208 locked in chastity.
“Oh Declan, you weren’t lying about him being your bitch!”
Brian took my hand and dragged me into the washroom. It was a private washroom and he shut the door.
“Pull your pants down and kneel in front of me”
He unzipped and pulled his large uncut cock and placed it in my mouth.
“I don’t want you to do anything. Just stay kneeling and mouth open”
He took a good grip at my hair and started to fuck my throat. Deep and slow and then moments later deep and hard. I was gagging at the beginning but then got used to his cock penetrating in and out of my throat.
His moaning was getting louder and he pulled out and shot a load on my beard and then shoved his cock back in my throat. He continued to shoot shots down my throat.
He zipped back up and rubbed the cum from my beard all over.
“No cleaning, let’s go back to join our boys”
We walked back, embarrassed of having French semen on my beard.
Declan: “Is that cum on your beard Zack?”
Brian: “Yes I shot once on his face and then the rest is in his stomach. I think he looks good with my semen on his face don’t you boys?”
Declan: “Ya it suits him. Ok our turn but you’re getting it in your ass!” They walked away.
I was humiliated but at the same time Brian and Declan looked so proud of me which made me happy to have obeyed and serviced the guy.
Once again I was alone with Brian, chatted about life in Canada comparing from his life.
29 minutes later, Declan was back with that guy and we had some shots and another drink before we kissed them goodbye and went to our hotel.
We stopped at a store and got ourselves a baguette and cheese and rushed to our room as it was very cold that night.
We had a snack and then Declan said: “Ok, lay on your stomach, I need to shoot another load. that guy was hot.”
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