It’s a holiday today, and I’m home alone, tidying up before Declan gets back from work. Honestly, it sucks that he had to go in today—I was hoping we’d get to spend the day together. I didn’t expect him to come home on his lunch break, but he did. I had the music playing loud while I vacuumed and didn’t hear the door open.
Next thing I knew, he was behind me—his surprise made me yelp so loud I nearly dropped the vacuum. He just laughed and said with a smirk, “Good housewife, cleaning up while I’m out making money.”
Still catching my breath, I asked, “What are you doing home, babe?”
He leaned in close and replied, “There’s a new guy at work. Hot as hell. I’ve been hard all morning just looking at him. I came home to put on some tighter underwear—don’t need everyone noticing.”
Before I could reply, he took my hand and said, “Come with me.” There was a glint in his eye I knew all too well.
He led me to the room where he keeps the jail cell —our little shared secret. “Shhh,” he whispered. Then, with a slow, deliberate motion, he locked one end of a hinged cuff around my balls and the other to the cold iron bar. My hands followed, restrained together in front of me to the bars. I was now kneeling, unable to move without a very noticeable consequence. He took my phone and placed it near by and turned my camera on and said: “Use your watch and turn your camera on to film yourself if you want or don’t. I don’t care”
Declan stepped back smiling. “Move too much, and you’ll feel it,” he warned, brushing his hand down my cheek. “I’m going to the living room to watch some porn and blow a load. I might make a bit of a mess—something for you to deal with after I leave.”
I heard him walk off, and then the unmistakable sounds of moans and motion coming from the other room. I couldn’t move, couldn’t touch—only listen. Time slowed to a crawl. Ten minutes later, he returned, casually unfastened the cuffs, and with a satisfied tone said, “Clean the carpet before I get back,” he said, licking his thumb and brushing it across my bottom lip. “I left you something to remember me by.”
Seconds later, the door shut behind him.
I wish I could say I was strong enough to resist, but I didn’t even think to take a picture for all of you. I just cleaned it up… maybe a little more intimately than I should have as I admit I took a few licks.
Does that make me pathetic licking his cum from the carpet?
All I know is… I’m still aching for him.
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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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As you are aware, a couple days before Valentine’s Day, Declan took me to a very nice fancy restaurant. He really made me feel special. We had decided not spend our day on February 14th and do it a couple days before. This would prevent the busy restaurants and the extra cost for going out on this day.
The next day, someone “bribed” my boyfriend and had me put in my place by kneeling and being used as a table for dinner. (The story can be found in a recent post on X.)
To summarize it, I was treated like a king one day, and then as his slave the next. He sure made me realize he loves me but then showed me that I’m also owned by him.
The following day, I woke up alone since he was gone to work. I woke up to roses by my pillow and rose pedals on the bed with a note:
“My dear Love, Enjoy this day and know you are loved by me and that you belong to me forever! You make my life better and I will be there for you.
Love D xxx”
I was excited and this made my morning!
Fast forward to me walking home from work, I had kept a gift bag at work and was walking home with it. I walked in and he greeted me with a great big hug and kiss. He was dressed up very nice. I was still at the entrance of our home and after he kissed me he grabbed my hair and directed to my knees. He said:
“Smell! Does it smell good? Pull my cock out and put my cock in your mouth.”
I unzipped and I had to be gentle when taking his cock out since it was hard as a rock. I placed it in my mouth and he hit my hands away. I immediately placed my hands behind my back and sucked him for about 5 minutes until he pulled out and walked away.
I got up and was told to shower and get ready. In my head I was excited and thought he had planned a surprise night out for us and was instantly hard in my chastity.
Once I got out of the shower, he met me in the washroom and kissed me and grabbed my hand and walked me in the room.
I’m naked and only wearing a chain around my neck, ankle and my cock is locked in my chastity. He was dressed up to go out and I asked.
“What would you like me to wear tonight Declan?”
Declan: “Oh babe you are fine naked”
Seconds later I was thrown in the cage and the door was locked with a zip tag that had a serial number on it. Confused, I asked “What’s going on?”
My view from in the cage.
Declan: “We still owe @BindMeTightly from X 12 hours of you in the cage and since we delayed it so much I thought he appreciate you being locked away on Valentine’s Day while I go out on a date.”
Me: “But it’s our day and who you going out with?”
As he is talking to me, he was opening my gift and saw that one of the gifts was a bottle of champagne. He got two glasses and pour each other some and handed me one through the bars of the cage.
Declan: “Cheers to you and me and our love!”
I drank my glass and he advised me that I would be locked in the cage for 12 hours and that he is going to meet a friend for dinner, drinks and a movie. He mentioned that his friend from Montreal arrived by train and wanted to spend the evening with him.
Declan: “I’m not locking the cage with a padlock for safety since I won’t be here. That means if the zip tag is tampered or broken I will be pissed and you will be punished because I will know since the tag has a serial number on it.”
He handed me a huge bottle of water, a McDonald’s bag of food that he hid from me earlier and a big jug to piss in if needed.
He made me kiss his cock through the bars and then spat on me and said “Have fun. I left a couple edibles in the McDonald’s bag for you to take if your bored.”
I spent the night watching movies on my phone. I believe I watched 3 movies on Netflix. I was so happy he left me food as I got the munchies later on from the weed edibles lol. He would text me often and check up on me but wouldn’t say much.
A picture that he sent of his meal.Declan sent me a pic of his date.
The text he sent me while I was caged:
“Do you recognize this large cock? I doubt it. You once told me that you assumed he had a huge cock since his bulge looked so big while wearing jeans. Well I can confirm with you that it is large and very juicy and you would have loved to have tasted it!
I spent some time looking at chats and trying to investigate the cock he sent in the pic but I didn’t have any luck. it was a mystery cock.
I must of fell a sleep and woke up at 8am. I looked around and saw that he was sleeping in the bed. My cage door was still shut but I tried to open it. He must of added the pad lock when he got home and I didn’t wake up to it.
A note was placed by the cage door:
“I had a great time yesterday. I hope you did to! Haha
I know your 12 hours was done at 6am but I decided I wanted you to stay caged. Don’t wake me up and be a good little f@ggot/boyfriend prisoner and shut up until I wake up.
I emptied your piss jar since it was almost full.
Love D”
By 9:45am, he got up and walked to me and said: “Suck my cock and then I let you out”.
I sucked his cock through the bars and before he blew his load he pulled out of my mouth and shot all over me and the cage. He walked away and took a shower and left me locked in the cage. Half an hour after his shower, he unlocked the door and told me to get him a coffee.
Later that morning we went out for breakfast and once we got home he said “I took some cialis yesterday and I’m still hard. Get your ass in bed and have it available for me as I’m going to fuck a load in you.”
I can’t explain how excited and fulfilled once I get his DNA fucked in me. I love it! I live for it!
I love my Alpha boyfriend!
I don’t know what happened that night with him and that guy but all I know is that he is happy and that makes me happy! I’m sure the other guy is also happy to have worshipped and spent the evening with my boyfriend:
True story. The end.
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It started with a gentle cuddle by Declan wrapping himself around me which I thought would be a gentle cuddle before he got ready for work.
What I wasn’t expecting is a cock to be rammed in my ass so quickly. I screamed out from being surprised.
He had grabbed one of my wrist and placed my arm behind my back to keep me from pushing him off and his other hand was now wrapped around my mouth muffling my sounds.
I found out that he had only spit on his cock which made the pounding of his hard cock in my ass hurt like hell.
“Don’t worry babe, I know it might hurt but I’m almost done! My load will sooth your ass momentarily.”
Shortly after he had said that, his semen was shooting in my ass giving me some relief.
He pulled out quickly and slapped my ass and said:
“I’m late for work, see you tonight f*g”
(I don’t think he ever called me that before but strangely it got me so hard in my chastity)
Now I’m working from home so horny! I’m literally sitting my at my desk with my locked cock and collar around my neck precuming so much.
It’s day 202 locked in chastity by my boyfriend Declan.
It’s moments like this morning that I realize why I’m locked and controlled… allowing me to worship this amazing man that deserves my holes at anytime without my say.
I seriously love it when he takes what he wants and when he wants.
The following post is part of a thread detailing the awakening of a straight God Alpha named Kenzo by his lifelong faggot Kevin. CLICK HERE to read all of these posts in chronological order!
When an Alpha claims a faggot and starts using it, so many changes take place between both the Alpha and the faggot. For the Alpha, his power vastly increases and his new view of the world (through the lens of Hierarchy) makes all things possible. For the faggot, it humbles itself and understands the benefits of serving selflessly. For both, there comes a seismic shift in consciousness as each one comprehends the natural power of Hierarchy across their life and how it connects them to a much larger social structure.
For new faggots, this shift in consciousness is truly profound. Some of that is due to the fact that the faggot must surrender whatever masculinity and autonomy it thought it had. But there is also a need for a faggot to embrace that word “FAGGOT” as an identifier. I’ve written many times about the psychological importance of the word “faggot” and how accepting it helps a faggot deepen its appreciation of its purpose. I’ve done social experiments with faggots online, coaxing them to admit to a group of strangers that they are a faggot, which led to some breaking down in tears of joy. Why the extreme reaction? Because most faggots live in a twilight world of lies and self-deception, and it’s only when they openly admit that they are faggots that those lies are lifted away and there is an exhilaration of newly-felt freedom. They realize it’s okay to be a faggot, that they have purpose as a faggot. Hierarchically-speaking, faggots are just as natural as Alphas.
In my previous post about Master Kenzo breeding his faggot Kevin, I quoted Kevin as saying the following: “Having His godly seed within me make me feel a better man.“ When he said that in our conversation, I originally let it go and kept talking to him about the experience of being bred by Master Kenzo.
But anyone who knows me knows I don’t miss those little moments to teach truth. So after a while, I circled back to it. I quoted the line above and responded thusly:
“You are not a Man. You’re a faggot owned by a Man.”
At this point I’d never heard Kevin refer to himself as a faggot. He always characterized his service to Master Kenzo as something a friend would do for another friend he loves. But that is NOT what is really happening between Master Kenzo and Kevin, and I just couldn’t let Kevin go on living a lie.
Kevin continued to deflect: “You’re right of course, forgive me. I meant that having His godly seed within me made me closer to be a man than I could ever be.”
Wrong again! So I became even more specific: “But Men don’t have the cum of other Men inside them. His breeding of you is replacing your DNA with his. His cum is replacing your thoughts with thoughts of him. You are his property now.”
Kevin somewhat conceded my point: “Yes I am. Thanks for putting things so clearly!”
And then Kevin started asking me questions about cunting and what that entails. I was afraid Kevin still didn’t understand my point about being a faggot.
Then, out of nowhere, Kevin broke the conversation with this: “Sam, I think I’m truly processing some things only just now. I am not just a beta male who happens to submit to his superior young best friend. I. Am. A. Faggot.”
“I AM A FAGGOT.”
“I am Kenzo’s slave! I AM MASTER KENZO’S SLAVE!”
And then, after a pause, Kevin added: “Oh Sam my brother, that is so liberating!”
With acceptance comes a deeper understanding of our larger role within the tapestry of Hierarchy, roles we fulfill whether we are aware of it at the time or not. With Kevin finally embracing the term “faggot” and understanding how it perfectly describes what he is to Master Kenzo, he began to see everything differently: “Sam I’m starting to think that it’s not a coincidence that I met Kenzo when He was a little boy and that I mentored Him all his life. I feel like I was destined to be His slave, to be the Awakener of a God. For so long I thought I was like an older brother to Him, but I was actually the servile preceptor of a young God! I feel so privileged!”
Then Kevin boiled down his new understanding of purpose through the use of the word “faggot”: “My very existence is to be His slave. My life has no other meaning than serving Him.”
Like I said earlier in this post, faggots who confront and embrace the word “faggot” and its meaning tend to have overwhelming feelings of joy mixed with fear. The word is so specific and so true that it cuts through all of the lies and misconceptions and perfectly distills purpose. Once a faggot is cornered by the power of the word “faggot” and forced to confront it, there is no turning back.
And that’s exactly what happened with Kevin during our conversation. He concluded this way: “Oh dear sam I’m overwhelmed with emotion! I’m almost shaking! My heart is so full of adoration for Him I think it’s going to explode!”
This is the exact right response!
I hope you can see from this dialogue how faggots subtly mislead themselves, and the result when a faggot accepts the label of “faggot” and all that entails. I’m so proud of my brother Kevin for going through this process with me, as well as Master Kenzo for using Kevin in such a way that he was able to accept his purpose!
Hierarchy is more than simply an explanation of sociological or sexual preferences. It is a pathway that each of us travels to understand ourselves and our purpose. Embracing our own truth gives meaning and direction to our lives!
Today it was Kevin’s turn to accept what he is. Tomorrow, will it be you?
As I’ve said elsewhere, I was basically gay from birth. By the sixth grade, I had developed a crush on a boy named George (although I didn’t know what it meant at the time), and middle school/high school attractions to boys in class (Bob, I still miss you and your bulge in those tight pants!) further refined my obvious sexual orientation.
However, like most closeted gay youths, I was compelled to date girls in order to fit in with the budding heterosexual attractions of my closest friends. So, like a coward, I started dating girls.
My first few relationships were fulfilling in some way. Despite a general lack of attraction to their bodies, I was more than capable of performing sexually. Some of that probably had to do with the newness of sex in general, as well as the virulent hormones coursing through me at that age. Around that time I also discovered – much to my surprise – that I really loved boobs. For that period of time I was just like every other guy, dating a girl for a while in order to get some pussy before moving to the next one.
Of course, it was all a lie. I knew every kiss was a lie. I knew every thrust of my penis into a vagina was a lie. I knew every “I love you” was a lie. In the moment, it felt real to me; wet lips, warm bodies tangled, heavy sighs, and powerful, head-spinning orgasms. But in my quiet moments alone, a gnawing guilt remained.
When I met my first Alpha Roger at age 17 I was dating a sweet, petite brunette named Lori. Unlike my previous girlfriends, Lori was a virgin. Lori spent months trying to convince me to take her virginity, but I kept resisting. We would lie in the grass of my backyard on breezy summer nights, Lori’s hips gyrating her tight pussy on my finger as if she wanted me to insert my entire arm. I would always stop these heavy petting sessions, leaving Lori breathless and confused. It was a frustrating time for both of us.
Once Roger entered my life, though, my inner truth became crystal clear. I suddenly became Lori, desperately trying to get Roger to deflower me. I knew right then that I needed to break it off with Lori; I couldn’t concentrate on anything else but Roger anymore. The end came a few months later when I didn’t give Lori anything for Valentine’s Day. Rightfully upset, Lori tearfully begged for a reason why I didn’t love her the way she loved me.
“I … just don’t,” I replied. The response was cold and cruel in that special way only selfish teenaged boys can master. And that mercifully ended my last relationship with a female.
Not long after that, Roger slid his enormous, granite-hard cock into my throat. I remember the feeling of his solid, swollen cock-head on my tongue, the salty taste of his foreskin, the firmness of his hands in my hair, and the look of disgusted lust in his eyes as he looked down on me. That first taste of a Man’s cock erased everything I imagined about my life before and reshaped it into something new.
However, I still hadn’t accepted the complete truth about myself. Even then, as Roger was using me as a human tube sock, I still believed that I could be loved. I would construct elaborate fantasies about being Roger’s lover, perhaps getting married somehow and building a life together. Every time he would throat fuck me I would try to make it terrific for him in the hope that he might finally leave his girlfriend for me.
It never happened. I found myself in love with him, flying into jealous, tearful rages and begging for a love that would never come. Eventually, my love-fueled hysterics ended our friendship.
All of these tragic, emotionally-devastating situations occurred only because I couldn’t be honest. I couldn’t accept the truth about myself. I once truly believed that I could be a straight Man, husband, and father. Then I believed I could be a gay Man, a partner, an equal in a committed relationship.
But, as time has passed, I’ve slowly accepted the truth: I am a faggot. I was not born to honor a wife or help raise children. I was not born to be the partner to a Man, the one who makes him smile every morning. I was not born to be loved or cherished or appreciated the way a spouse yearns for their mate or a child might look at a parent.
Instead, I was born to serve. I was born to serve Men. My holes are theirs to use. The works of my hands are theirs to take. My mind is theirs to plunder. My body, mind, and heart exist only to glorify their Masculine superiority.
Men have instinctively known this truth about me my entire life. Ever since Roger first pushed me to my knees in order to receive service, Men have been using me to get what they want. Deep down, they know that I’m nothing but a faggot born to serve them.
I just needed to understand it about myself before I could actually be free.
My normal daily life on a Saturday is usually staying at home and taken care of Declan because he works on the weekends. I will make sure the house is clean before he gets home from work since I am off on weekends. If you follow my stories, you know that when he gets home, Declan will go sit on the couch and I make him a coffee and light snack. He will watch a show while I take his socks off and get on my knees and massage his feet. It’s the least I can do for him for being the greatest boyfriend!
But yesterday was different, as he sat down he said: “Only bring me a coffee, once you massaged my feet I want you to have a light snack and then go shower and make sure your ass is cleaned out. I need you to iron my blue dress shirt and dress pants. I need you to also wear something nice”
Im sure you can guess that while I’m massaging his feet that I’m now straining in my chastity thinking of a million thoughts of what might be happening.
I would never ask.
I usually will put lotion on his feet and massage him that way but he said: “No lotion this time, I want your mouth sucking my toes and licking my feet.”
Damn, I’m now hard as a rock… well as much as my chastity will allow me.
After his show, he told me to leave the room and get ready. I had a light snack, showered and cleaned up and as I’m naked ironing our clothes I hear a knock at the door.
Me: “Are you expecting someone Babe?”
Declan: “Yes, go answer it naked.”
As I open the door and peaked my head out, I notice John. You might remember John in my last story “Cock block, cucked and outed” that I posted the other day. He is the sexy Alabama guy who was attracted to me but Declan outed me as a bottom locked in chastity and took him from me. That night John sneaked out and gave my boyfriend a blow job and got fucked by Declan in the washroom stall of the pub we went to.
John pushed himself in and gave me a hug and kiss and said “Oh good, your mouth doesn’t taste like my ass anymore and he grabbed my chastity and laughed” That night, Declan had me sucking his cock once we got home after he had fucked John and that’s why he was teasing me about his own ass.
He slipped his shoes off and handed me his jacket and walked in the living room to go see Declan. Once I hung his jacket, I followed him but I was told to continue my chores which I complied.
Moments later, Declan came in the bedroom and said we were going to leave in 20 minutes and hands me a box. “I need you to put his in your ass before we leave”
What I wasn’t aware is that a company named JeusnMen sent him a toy for him to use on me. We don’t use many toys but I just assumed it was a butt plug of some kind.
I placed it in my ass and was surprisingly comfortable. We both got dressed and obviously he was looking so sexy.
Declan: “Zack you look good babe! Ok let’s go.”
Remember I have no clue what’s happening and where we are going. But I followed them to our car and they both got in the back seat and I got in the front to drive.
Declan: “Ok Zack, put this address in the gps and let’s go.
One of your followers named John sent me $120 for me to take you out for a date night but I decided to take John.
Once we get to the parking lot, I’m going to handcuff you to steering wheel while we have our date. Your only job tonight is being a good plugged chauffeur.”
Fuck! What the fuck is happening is what I’m thinking in my head but then John spoke up “Actually Zack is all dressed up and looking good, why don’t we let the cuck come sit with us and quietly watch us have dinner.”
Declan: “Change of plans Zack, you’re going to join us but only watch us”
I was so glad and relieved that I wouldn’t be left handcuffed in the car while they were in the restaurant. I decided to be a gentleman and pulled over to the door, I got out and opened their door. I let them know that I would park the car and come find them which I did.
They waited for me at the entrance and we then got escorted to a quiet corner table. They sat next to each other and I was told to sit across from each of them. The waiter came by and handed 3 menus at the table and said he will come back to take our orders. Declan took my menu and put it aside.
Moments later, the waiter came by and took Johns order. Declan took his order but ended by saying: “and if you can get him a glass of water and Pepsi that will be all from all of us.”
While the waiter was taken the order, Declan had gone on his phone and went on an app and activated the butt plug that was in my ass. I was rushed with so many sensations and the waiter looked at me and asked if I was ok but Declan responded that I wasn’t feeling the best and that’s the reason why I wasn’t eating.
Now it was time for them to enjoy torturing me as their entertainment. They tried to see how I can prevent myself from moaning out load. It was crazy! This thing had me leaking precum.
The night was actually not as awkward since they were chatting about normal stuff and just having a good time enjoying their meal and playing with my ass virtually.
I found out later that It wasn’t just a butt plug, it was a prostate massager. The device was also attached around my ball which also sent waves of excitement to them.
Declan paid the bill and had to use some of his money since it was over $120.
“Zack, go warm the car and pick us up at the door entrance.” I did and by the time I got there, they were already waiting and I wasn’t able to open their doors for them.
John: “Set your gps to my place” which I did.
We pulled up to a small place but he had his own parking spot. I opened the door but Declan had me sit in the back seat and handcuffed my hands behind my back and then fasten the seatbelt. He shut the door. “Beep Beep”, the car is now locked.
As I sat there for about 10 minutes, that’s when it happened. My ass started to vibrate and it didn’t stop until Declan came back to the car to remove the handcuffs. We drove back home alone and he said:
“Dude, I know I been pushing my boundaries lately but I’m very happy. I’m so fucking proud of you and I’m glad John decided to have you join us for dinner. While he was sucking me off, I was on my phone playing with your ass. You enjoyed our new toy?”
Me: “it was such a surprise and again I got so humiliated trying not to moan and embarrass you at the restaurant. I felt like I was ready to blow all the time. It means a lot to know you are happy”.
As I said that, he put his hand in my pants and laughed “Did you cum or is that just a lot of precum?”
Me: “I didn’t cum”
We got home and Declan got into bed. As I’m massaging his feet until he slept he said:
“John wanted me to give you a gift, it’s in my jacket.”
I kissed him goodnight and left the room to check what he had got me.
A little bag with a note which said: “Thanks for lending me your boyfriend again, put this on tonight” It was the jock strap he was wearing that night and he had blew his load on it while sucking my boyfriend.
Thanks to John and JeusnMen for giving my boyfriend a great night. Funny how people we haven’t met can change and entertain our relationship.
Declan and I are pretty much an open book on here but he likes to keep it discreet when out with friends. What happened yesterday shocked me.
We were out with 3 of our close friends and one guy who we never met that now lives here but originally from Alabama.
We were having a few beers, shots of tequila and enjoying each other’s company on a heated patio. The conversation turned into fucking bottoms. Most were going around telling some of their recent stories. All were going in details of how they would fuck a slut but the new guy John confessed being a total bottom and he kept looking at me while telling some stories. I can tell that he had the hots for me and my boyfriend also noticed it.
It was now my turn and Declan interrupted me before I spoke and looked at John and said: “I’m assuming you think Zack is a top?”
John: “Yes and probably a dom top”
Declan laughed and said: “He has been my bottom for many years and would do anything to top but I don’t allow it. I made sure of that”
John: “What do you mean?”
Everyone now paid close
attention to Declan’s every word.
Declan: “Let’s just say I keep his cock secure and under lock and key”
The group started to laugh as I just got outed by my boyfriend and my face turned so red of embarrassment and humiliation. That’s when John stopped looking at me and was paying more attention to Declan.
This guy was so hot and my bf cock blocked me!!! Not only did he steal John’s attention from me but now all my friends know that my cock is locked in chastity.
Later on I went for a smoke and the guy followed me: “Zack you are fucking hot but I can’t do anything with you since you don’t even have access to your own pathetic cock. Your boyfriend’s dominance over you in front of your friends got me so hard. Hope that’s ok to say. I love how he owns your cock and controls you.
You mind if I sit by him when we go back to the table?”
Me: “Sure”
We continued socializing at the table, the conversation switched to work and living in the big city. I was no longer under the spot light which was nice.
Later I went for another smoke (vape) and came back to find Declan and John missing from the table. I asked my friends if they knew where they were and one of my buddies said “Probably gone to the washroom together to take care of some business.” as he laughed.
15 minutes later, they walked back together and both had a huge smile on their face. That’s when Declan said I needed to pay our bill and call an Uber as we should head out and go home.
At home I asked what happened and he said:
“I was hard watching John admiring you and I decided to let him suck me before I fucked my load in his ass in the washroom stall. If you weren’t locked, I would have let you get a blow job from him but you are locked. Thought I lend my bone to him and be nice to the new guy 😜”
Me: “I’m happy you got serviced by the Hotty!”
Declan: “I’m going to bed, come suck my cock for a bit until I fall asleep and you probably get to taste him”
So I sucked his cock for a few minutes while he was on his phone. I made sure it was nice and clean and he eventually fell asleep.
I went back to the living room to have a beer and think about everything that happened tonight.
Shortly after, I received a text from a number I didn’t recognize: “Hey it’s John, thanks for letting me spend time with your boyfriend. I hear you got to taste my ass a while ago. See you on Tuesday!”
I found out today that on Tuesday he is coming over and they are going out to have dinner and see a movie. I will be told if I can join or not that day.
I was at work all day, I was so horny and tired since Declan woke me early in the morning and had restrained me to fuck my ass. I was thinking about it all day and it caused me to strain in my cage the entire time.
It’s now 4pm and I’m heading home. Excited to see my boyfriend to spend some time with him. What I didn’t know is that he had other plans for me.
I got home and dropped my bag and rushed over to give him a kiss. As I do everyday, I got him a snack and a coffee for him to enjoy.
Declan: “Is my load still in you?”
Me (Zack): “Yes, it is and I’m loving it!”
Declan: “Good, strip naked in front of me and kneel. Lick my balls while I watch tv and have my coffee… don’t speak to me!”
I was pleased and happy to be licking his balls while he ignores me and watched tv. When the episode of the American Dad ended, I was then instructed: “You got 5 minutes. take a break, piss and do what you need to do before your next chore”
I got up to piss and then as I left the bathroom he was there waiting for me. “Go lay on the bed”
My mind was rushing of excitement thinking I would get another Alpha load of his in me.
He was shirtless and wearing a pair of blue jeans and he got on top of my stomach and grabbed my wrist and handcuffed them to the bed frame. This time he used a pair of hinged cuffs which prevented me from being able to move compared to the usual handcuffs that he usually uses.
I’m now naked, hands are over my head and attached securely to the bed frame and my cock is obviously locked.
Declan: “Have a power nap and relax, I will come get you in about 25 minutes”
The time was 5:10pm and I fell asleep and woke up at 6:05pm. I was confused as why he never came to get me but just continued to lay there.
I tried to move and get comfortable but being restrained in a pair of hinge handcuffs is very difficult.
At 6:45, I was dozing off when I felt movement on the bed and opened my eyes to see Declan climbing on the bed and inspecting my chastity cage.
Declan:“How many days has it been since I locked you Zack? Do you hate that I prevent you in touching your cock?”
Me: “It’s day 153 since you locked me. Why would I hate you? It’s your decision and I respect what you decide. You know what’s best for me babe…
Please don’t get mad but may I ask if I will get unlocked soon?”
Declan: “That’s right! I own your cock. I was going to release you twice in the past couple weeks but some of your followers have been sending me money to my PayPal and begging me to keep you locked. You know I can’t disappoint them. Maybe this weekend depending if more followers send money.”
As he gives me a smirk, he goes back to my cock and starts to lick it. He was licking it for about 5 minutes, I can feel his manly cock getting hard. He started to jerk off while playing with my locked cock and balls, he continued for about 10 minutes.
Declan’s cock beside my locked cock.
I’m just laying there helpless, not able to move, getting so turned on. His breathing got heavier and I knew he was about to blow his load. In seconds I can feel squirts of cum landing on my cock cage. My cage was covered with cum.
It’s now about 7:20 pm and I expected him to take the cuffs off but he just got up and left the room. He shut the lights and then I watched the door shut.
Music is now playing in the other room and what seems like he is living his life ignoring me. All I can think about is my boyfriend using me and controlling me for his benefit.
Ten minutes later, my balls are feeling so good and my cock kept twitching and I am now realizing that I might be getting close to blowing my load. But how? I’m tied up and I am not touching my cock and balls.
I didn’t want to get In trouble so I tried to yell to Declan but he wasn’t able to hear me because of the music. All of a sudden my balls are emptying and loads of cum is shooting out!!!!
Declan took a picture 40 minutes after I blew my load. Most of the cum drained through the sheets by the time he found me this way.
My body just decided to give me a ruined orgasm and I had no say in it.
It’s now 8pm, the door opens and the lights are turned on and all I hear is “What the fuck happened? Did you blow your load? BUT HOW?!? I got you restrained and you’re not able to touch yourself.”
Me: “I am so sorry but you turned me on so much today that my body forced a load out of me. I wasn’t able to stop it”
He laughed so much and made fun of me. He mentioned that he wasn’t mad and that it’s good that my pathetic cock did that.
Declan: “Makes me realize how much you love me… Ok, it’s time I release you from the bed but now you need to clean up and wash the bed sheets”
Once I got the sheets in the laundry I sat on the couch to relax and was surprised with a great homemade curry. He must of been cooking while I was chained up to the bed.
People ask me all the time why I am ok being controlled by him and I always say that it’s an honour to be his boyfriend and to serve him in anyway.
Declan told me that I must end the story with this:
If you like my boy Zack to stay locked, check out my PayPal and convince me that he should not be unlocked.
Hey faggot, here is my question: I am 19 years old and I date another guy. He is 17 and he started sucking my cock and swallowing my loads one year ago. He has very smooth legs and a great ass so I wanted to fuck him. He said that I would only take his virginity if I were his boyfriend. I wasn’t sure that I had this kind of feelings for him but I wanted that little tight pussy so I bought some flowers and asked him to be my boyfriend. He melted, cried, we kissed and at the same night I fucked his virgin ass. Now we have been dating for one year and I started reading this website one month ago. I am identifying a lot with all the content you post about alphas and my boyfriend, that I thought was just a submissive bottom, is probably a faggot based on what I see here. He cooks and clean for me, sometimes does my homework and serves me very well. I didn’t even know that this whole world of hierarchy existed and I’m sure he doesn’t know either but I feel that all the things you say about being a strong leader have always been true for me. We could stay being boyfriends and I could keeping on giving him flowers once a week in exchange for his holes. But he only accepts getting fucked twice a week and sometimes I want to feed him a load and he refuses my cum. I have been thinking about cheating on him or trying to open the relationship just to meet other bottoms, but now that I know this website I’m so confused. Should I just find a cumdump on Grindr? Should I try to open the relationship? Should I talk to him about being a faggot and hope for him to understand that he can’t refuse my cock? I don’t think I love him as a boyfriend but I do respect and take care of him. I would never hurt his feelings on purpose, that’s why I’m in doubt. I don’t know if you will ever read this message but I hope you could help me out. Maybe I’m wrong and I just need to jerk off more if I need to cum… I don’t know. What do you think? Thank you for your attention, Sam. I really enjoy the stuff you post here.
Sir, it’s easy – you’re absolutely an Alpha.
I base that not only on your stated desires for sex and whatnot, but also by your response to the material on Alphas and Alphahood. You recognize that you have an inherent need and desire to be worshiped and served, not just occasional episodes of romantic lovemaking. You have a need to hunt and conquer that natural Alphas have. All of that is obvious in what you wrote to me, Sir.
Your boyfriend may not be a faggot, but he also might be. He needs to be broken, Sir. There are various ways to break a faggot, Sir, but I seem to have come up with the magic formula for this method. The first step involves you putting the faggot on its knees, having it look up at you, and then ask it what it is. It needs to be forced to say “I am a faggot”. Training goes on from there.
If your “boyfriend” refuses to accept its place (likely given that you’ve spoiled it with flowers and giving it what it wants/requires), then you may need to dismiss it and find yourself true faggots who will worship you and serve you the way you deserve and want.
I really hope this helps, Sir. If you want more detailed advice and communication, please feel free to write me at fagsworshipalphas@gmail.com.
