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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In 13 hours he’ll be on his knees in front of me while I check whether anyone has extended his sentence… or if he thinks he’s getting released.
I’m asking my hierarchy fans to step in and keep Zack locked for at least 2 more days so he does not get released for his birthday.
If you want to go further, a month added means he won’t be released for:
— Denial December
— His Birthday
— Christmas
— New Year’s Eve
— And not until next year on 2026
He thinks he deserves a break to finally pleasure himself. I don’t agree.
He wasn’t going to post the links again, but I told him leaving them out would be a very bad idea. I’m happy to post them here.
Thank you,
Sir Declan
Check out my links to extend his chastity sentence, oh and btw his birthday is December 3rd and I added many features to make his ass VERY red and yes I will be posting the videos and pics for everyone to enjoy!
It started off like any other night. I had just finished cleaning the kitchen, countertops wiped down, floor spotless, everything ready for Sir Declan’s return. I thought I was done for the night.
Then I turned around.
He was standing there. Before I could even say a word, I was pushed up against the wall. His hand pressed against my back, firm and steady, while the other grabbed my wrists and pulled them behind my back. The sharp sound of zip ties tightening filled the room.
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Once he had full control, he didn’t say a word. He led me to the couch, each step reminding me that I wasn’t in charge of anything anymore. He shoved me down into the cushions, adjusting me exactly how he wanted, bent forward, exposed, completely vulnerable. My shorts and underwear were yanked down in one motion. I could feel his breath close behind me.
The first smack landed hard. Then another. And another. Each one heavier than the last until the heat on my ass turned into a deep, stinging burn. I could barely stay still, but the zip ties kept me from moving too much. When he was finally satisfied, he ran his hand over my skin, feeling the warmth and redness he caused.
But it wasn’t over. He grabbed me by the collar of my shirt and dragged me to the bedroom. The cage door clanged open, zip ties cut and before I could even get a word out, he shoved me inside. My wrists were cuffed behind my back now, the cold steel replacing the zip ties. Then came the heavy collar, a solid steel band locked tight around my neck.
A padlock clicked, then another. A chain ran from the top of the cage to my collar, locking me into a kneeling position. I could barely shift my weight without hearing the rattle of metal. My head hung low, my body trembling, the marks on my ass still throbbing.
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I had no idea how long I’d be there. Minutes felt like hours. Every sound in the house made me wonder if he was coming back or if he was just watching.
Thirty minutes later, I finally heard the keys. The locks opened one by one. My wrists were freed. The collar came off. I was exhausted, red, and still shaking.
All I knew was that my ass had been punished and Sir Declan had gotten exactly what he wanted.
Locktober Day 21 (October 21) Day 482 locked in chastity
It’s Hump Day… and I’m still locked, still obeying, still owned and controlled by Declan.
Last night, Declan and I decided to unwind a little, just the two of us, a few edibles, and Mamma Mia 2. Yeah, I know… but trust me, watching that while high was next level. The colours, the music, the warmth of his body beside me, everything felt amplified.
I was curled up next to him, wearing nothing but my collar and boxers. Declan was lounging back, one arm resting behind his head, the other idly tracing the outline of his cock through his shorts. His way of reminding me that even when we’re relaxed… he’s still in control.
Just after midnight, he suddenly said,
“Hand me your iPad.”
I didn’t even think twice. I passed it over, eyes still glued to the movie. About twenty minutes later, there’s a knock at the door. It startled me a little, it was late, and I wasn’t expecting anyone. Declan didn’t move, just smirked.
“Go get that.”
So I got up, bare chest, collared, messy hair, and opened the door. A delivery guy stood there holding a massive McDonald’s bag. He looked me up and down slowly and smiled.
“Here you go, sexy.”
I froze. My face went hot.
Before I could even respond, my iPad buzzed with a message:
“My number in case you ever want it 😉”
Then the order closed out.
I turned back to Declan, still standing in the doorway in nothing but my boxers, and asked,
“Did you order this?”
He nodded, grinning.
“Yeah. Go plate it for me.”
I carried everything to the kitchen, the smell of fries and burgers filling the air and started arranging the food on plates. Declan always eats like a king, and I love making it perfect for him.
When I brought it over, I instinctively sat down next to him to eat, but he shook his head slowly and tapped the floor.
“No, babe. On your knees. I want you cockwarming me while I eat.”
I felt that familiar rush of heat shoot through my body, half fear, half desire.
If you’ve never experienced it… cockwarming is when you hold your partner’s cock in your mouth or hole, completely still. No sucking, no movement, no pleasure for yourself. Just serving. Just being there, his.
I knelt in front of him, hands behind my back, opened my mouth, and he guided his soft cock between my lips. No motion, just stillness. His scent. The weight. The quiet control.
He ate in total silence while I knelt there, drooling around his cock, staying perfectly still. His cock would grow and shrink and I continuously gagged from the movements. The movie kept playing, music, laughter, colours dancing on the screen but all I could hear was his chewing, the occasional swallow, and my own heartbeat in my ears.
When he finished eating, he placed his plate aside and leaned back. His hand slid to the back of my head and his cock started to thicken, pulsing between my lips.
Without warning, he pushed deeper, down my throat. My reflexes kicked in and my hands moved forward, trying to balance.
“DID I SAY TO MOVE?!?”
I froze instantly. Hands went back behind my back, posture straightened, and I let him take full control.
He began to thrust deep, hard, slow strokes that made my eyes water. He watched the movie while using my throat, keeping that same calm expression, like I was just another part of his night. And then, with a low groan, he came hard, shot after shot flooding down my throat while I swallowed every drop.
When he finished, he let go of my head, leaned back, and said quietly:
“Go get me a drink. Then you may eat.”
I stood, wiped my mouth, brought him his drink, and only then did I grab my plate of cold fries and burger with no ketchup or anything on it.
That’s life as his. No complaints. Just service. Love my man. Love his cock. Wish I could use mine. 🍌💦
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.
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Yesterday was day 464 of being locked in chastity under Sir Declan’s control (Locktober day 2).
Last night started off like the perfect kind of evening you imagine in your head but never think will actually happen. Sir had already texted me earlier in the day telling me to show up at the gym. As soon as I walked in, his eyes told me everything: this wasn’t going to be a “regular” workout. Between sets he’d whisper in my ear, “I’m going to make your body better for me. Stronger, tighter, more useful. You’re mine to build.” Each word was like a pulse down my spine, a mix of fear and excitement.
After we left the gym, we came home. I immediately started preparing dinner after my shower exactly as he’d instructed earlier in the day. I had all the ingredients laid out; I knew the timing had to be perfect. He likes things a certain way: his plate built just right, sauces in the correct order, and the tray neat so he can eat from the couch. I didn’t even make my own plate at first. Instead, I knelt at his feet, rubbing his arches, running my thumbs over the tension in his heels while he ate.
Halfway through his meal he looked down at me, smiled, and said quietly but firmly, “Go get your food.” I got up and made my own plate, but instead of joining him on the couch, I had to sit on the floor at the coffee table, back turned to him, eating like a servant while he ate like a king. I could hear him breathing, feel the weight of his gaze on me.
We started a movie and for a few minutes I felt that rare softness; he let me curl up next to him, his arms around me, his hand lazily resting on my locked cock through my shorts. But I know him well enough to recognize when that softness changes. His body language shifted. His grip tightened.
He stood up and without raising his voice said in that low, unmistakable tone, “FOLLOW ME!” As we got in the bedroom, he said: “Hands over the cage now.” My stomach dropped. I knew what was coming.
The cage already sitting there like a silent threat. I raised my arms. He grabbed my left wrist and clicked the cuff to the top bar of the cage, then my right wrist to the other side. Cold metal. No movement. My body completely exposed.
Then came the first strike of the paddle. Not hard enough to break skin but hard enough to sting and echo in the room. He paused, reached for the permanent marker, uncapped it with his teeth, and began writing across my back in thick black letters: “Owned by Declan.” The ink felt cool at first, then hot as my skin burned from the paddle.
By the time he was done, my ass was bright red, my back a billboard with his name across it, my cock locked and throbbing, collar snug against my throat. He left me like that, wrists chained, ass stinging, for a good 30 to 45 minutes. I could hear him moving around, watching TV in the next room. Every so often he’d come back, rub my ass with his palm, slide his fingers into my mouth and say, “I love you, babe,” before disappearing again. Each time was a tease, a reminder of both his affection and his control.
When he finally released me, he didn’t send me away. He pulled me to the couch, had me lie on my stomach with my head on his lap so he could stroke my hair while watching more TV. My red, sore ass was on display the whole time. His other hand lazily rested on my back where his name was still written, fingers tracing the letters like he was reading them silently.
This is the reality behind the photos and the stories. This is the mix of discipline, service, and care that makes me his.
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Yesterday made it painfully clear why Sir Declan set this sentence, being moody for being cucked while he had a weekend date wasn’t acceptable, and he decided I needed to learn the lesson properly.
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Day one started with paddles and 4½ hours locked in my jail cell. I was sore, humiliated, and already missing him which is exactly the point.
When he came home from the gym yesterday he didn’t say much. He had me put my hands through the bars of the cage and the cold metal cuffs clicked shut around my wrists. The cuff chain tightened so I couldn’t pull back. Then he latched shackles on my ankles to the cage so I was forced to stand there, exposed and completely immobilized. He pulled my shorts down, and every strike of the paddle landed with a loud slap and a burning sting that worked its way into my thighs and ass. Between hits he would whisper that he loved me and that this was necessary for us to be right, that the pain was part correction and part care.
When the paddling stopped he unfastened the cuffs, ordered me to strip, and shoved me back into the cell naked. The door slammed and the lock turned. I sat on the cold floor with my hands over my chest, breathing in the quiet, feeling the afterburn of each hit and the shame that came with it.
Four hours later he came back. The click of his keys felt like a mercy. He opened the cell and let me come sit on the floor in front of him while he relaxed on the couch. He put his hands on my shoulders and worked out the knots with firm presses. Every so often he’d kiss the top of my head like I was a child he both owned and wanted to protect. We turned on The Simpsons, a small, ridiculous bit of normalcy and the contrast between the tenderness and what I’d just been through made me ache to be better for him.
When it was time for bed I was allowed to sleep with him, but mercy didn’t mean freedom. Sir was hard and told me to work on his cock. I climbed on top and obeyed. His skin was warm against my mouth, his fingers tangled in my hair, and he kept my head down until he emptied himself, hard and hot down my throat. He didn’t let me pull away; he made sure I swallowed every last drop. Afterward he murmured, “Good boy, you didn’t gag this time. Okay, now bed time.” Praise that stung almost as much as the paddles, because it reminded me I’d passed another test.
I expect tonight when I come home from work I’ll be greeted at the door with handcuffs again, escorted straight to the bedroom for more paddles, and returned to my cell to continue the sentence. I don’t like the discipline, but I understand it. I appreciate his guidance, his corrections, and his love, even when it’s rough. I will keep working to be the submissive he wants, to obey, and to earn those small, private moments of tenderness.
Zack (Owned by Sir Declan) ——————————
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Hello Sam, I’m at a tough spot as a 24 year old fag. All my friends are dating and want to get me on dating apps and start going out with guys to get a boyfriend. Right now my priority is finding an Alpha to serve, but I’m having trouble balancing these two separate sides of my life. What do I do?
Thank you for the question!
I’m a little surprised that there aren’t more questions like yours, honestly. I would imagine this would be on the minds of a lit of faggots!
The ideal circumstance would be to find an Alpha who could also be a boyfriend, like Declan and Zack that are featured here on this site. It happens a lot, so I wouldn’t discount that.
If that’s not possible, then here’s my take as based on plenty of empirical experience: Your desire for a boyfriend can be satisfied within the confines of serving an Alpha, but your needs as a faggot will never be met by a regular boyfriend. The need to serve Alphas is so primal, so hardwired into us that it’s impossible to lock it away. You’d be in that relationship with a vanilla boyfriend and forever be gazing distractedly at the horizon thinking about that ache to serve.
In fact, it’s this powerful need to serve that distinguishes faggots from gay bottoms. It can’t be ignored.
So my advice is to specifically seek an Alpha near your age who is looking for a bottom/faggot to have as a boyfriend. Then you can have your cake and eat it, too!
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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I had plans to go out with a buddy of mine to a local pub to have some beers. My buddy was on his way soon but before he arrived, I had to make sure Declan was set up with:
➡️ I made sure to clean up the condo. ➡️I cooked food on the BBQ… I made a huge steak, asparagus and a baked potato’s for Declan. ➡️Massaged his feet. ➡️I prepared his lunch and breakfast for the next day. ➡️Got an allowance to spend for the night.
Declan was very happy but he said that we had time before my buddy arrived and wanted to try out the straight jacket.
He put me in it and fasten all the restraints very tightly. He then made me lay on my stomach and tied my ankles to the jacket. I was helpless and hogtied. He continued to watch his show while using me as a footstool.
As time went on I tried to tell him that my buddy would arrive soon but he had his dirty sock in my mouth and taped up so I wasn’t able to speak.
A moment of horror when I heard the door bell. (OH FUCK HE IS HERE!!!!)
He got up and I heard him greet him and laugh as he said:
“Zack’s a little tied up at the moment and I’m deciding it if I will allow him to go out still. Come in, get us a beer and come see the real Zack”
As I heard him in the kitchen getting beers, then I heard Declan say:
“Zack prepared my dinner, be a lad and bring it to me. I’m starving!”
I was humiliated that Declan outed me to my buddy. I’m laying on the floor, hogtied and Declan’s feet on top of me and my buddy sat beside him laughing. Seconds later my buddy and boyfriend ignored me and chatted about his vacation. It’s like I wasn’t there.
The worst part is my buddies smelly feet are now rubbing my face.
My buddy Tom later said:
“Hey, you ok if I don’t go out with Zack and stay here for a while? Sure love to know more about your relationship. This is fucking amazing. I am shocked as I thought you were his submissive.”
Declan: “Yes but it’s your job to fetch my beers!”
Hours later they had decided to watch a movie and I can hear whispering and moments later I was blindfolded. The both grabbed me and carried me a few feet away and that’s when I heard slurping sounds. (OMG MY BUDDY IS SUCKING MY BOYFRIENDS COCK!)
Declan: “oh fuck you ready to swallow? It’s going to be a big load!”
I was then pushed back near the couch and now I had both their feet on me. My buddy finished his beer and said his goodbye and left.
Declan untied my feet and said.
“Ok I fucking love this straight jacket that one of your followers bought me. It’s bed time… BTW it was nice to meet Tom. He just texted me and wants to go see a movie with me sometime.”
He took the jacket off and put me in the cage and said that I won’t be sucking him tonight since my buddy did a good job. He locked the door and I never heard from him until the next morning.
True story… the end?
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The following post is part of a thread involving a faggot named Oliver whose Alpha boyfriend refused to take a more dominant role and use him as a faggot. But after some coaching from me, he has seen some positive results. CLICK HERE to read all of these posts in chronological order!
You may remember two “Questions From Readers” posts from March (HERE and HERE) involving a faggot named Oliver who was in a longterm relationship with an Alpha who didn’t seem to really embrace Oliver’s faggot nature. These can be tricky to overcome sometimes, because occasionally an Alpha finds it offensive to think of his partner as a faggot.
But I didn’t think Oliver’s unnamed Alpha boyfriend was such an Alpha. He just needed the right stimulus.
Now Oliver has sent me a third and most dramatic update, so I’m elevating his series of questions to a site-wide thread in order to track this developing story in a cleaner way.
Oliver wrote:
Hi brother Sam,
I thought that you would like to know how my process of submitting to my boyfriend is going. After all, it was thanks to your advice that I managed to awaken the Alpha that he had in him as I told you last month: https://hierarchyuniversity.com/questions-from-readers-267/
In my last message, I mentioned that I thought that his work trip would slow down the journey to his alphahood, but I couldn’t have been more wrong! If anything, the long distance made him extremely controlling.
When I messaged him during his trip he often left me on read or just replied “I’m busy”, but when he texted he expected me to answer immediately and send him nudes on command. His messages were things like: “legs up, now”, or “show me your bussy”. He also asked me not to masturbate or finger myself while he was away, as he wanted me to prove that I cared about him and told me that he would know if I had done it: “when I come back I will put my finger up your ass and it better be tight like a virgin”. He had never talked like that but I have to admit that it made me leak!
And sure enough, this is what he did as soon as he came back for the trip. I made sure to have dinner ready for him, but he did not pay much attention to the meal. As he told me he would do, he threw me to the sofa, pulled down my pants and pushed his fingers inside my hole. He soon realized that I had followed his orders, as my hole was very tight and my balls were full. I was expecting a sweet kiss or some sort of appreciation, but instead it felt like a beast awakened inside of him. He pushed his dick inside me without any lube or preparation and started to fuck me while I screamed. He did not stop sailing me until he finished inside of me, and whispered in my ear: “this is what you were asking for”.
After this, he acted like nothing happened, we chatted normally during dinner and we cuddled in bed before falling asleep. It wasn’t until the next morning that I realized that I had not come the night before. While normally I would masturbate and make myself finish after sex while he was scrolling on his phone or asleep, that night I did not feel the need to. Even though I did not feel the pleasure from the release, it somehow made me feel more complete and accomplished.
I feel very happy with the new dynamic that we achieved: he expects me to get most of the housework done while he plays videogames, and he then rewards me with hard sex. Although we haven’t talked about it, he also looks pleased that I have not been masturbating after sex, as he often grabs my balls and laughs at how big they have become!
Oliver x
Wow, that IS a huge shift in attitude! It’s shocking what a few adjustments can do to ignite an Alpha’s need for power and control!
But Oliver has been executing my advice perfectly, and I’m so glad to see that it’s bearing fruit!
But, more importantly, this shift in dynamics is helping Oliver appreciate what it really means be to be a devoted faggot. That last bit at the end about how Oliver didn’t masturbate after being roughly used by his Master/boyfriend is significant. This is the effect of perpetual subspace. It’s how I stopped masturbating eight years ago. Once you’re in perpetual subspace, masturbation becomes an offensive afterthought.
So I congratulate my brother Oliver on a job well done! GOOD BOY!
I have a dominant boyfriend but I don’t fully identify as a faggot. I suck his dick every night, he fucks and breeds me at least 3 times a week, but I don’t feel fully submissive in our daily life. Yesterday, we were together on the bus, sitting side by side, his legs were wide open and I didn’t have much space. So he told me to cross my legs “like a girl”. I did it because I didn’t have a lot of space anyway. When we arrived home, he told me that from now on he wants me to cross my legs whenever we are in public, then he said that “my legs should only open for him to fuck my hole.”
I can’t really talk about these details with my friends because everybody thinks I am a masculine gay and I really don’t want people to see me as a faggot. Do you think it is worth it to fight back, or should I just accept that he needs me to be a faggot before he finds another one?
Hi, thanks for writing to me!
You might not see yourself as a faggot or even his faggot, but it’s clear he views you as his faggot and there is a dominance currently rising inside him. I’m curious about what might have triggered this Alpha Ascension (as I call it). Regardless, it’s clearly happening and he’s fully intent on claiming and subjugating his property (you).
You ask if it’s worth it to fight back. Answer: DON’T BOTHER. You will lose that fight, and probably end up worse off.
My suggestion is to keep doing what you’re doing – namely, obeying him – and see where it leads. He’s clearly interested in redefining this relationship; see what he really wants. Perhaps the adjustment might lead to something more favorable. You never know!
This is an update one week after I sent my question about how to fully submit to my boyfriend.
Thank you so much for your invaluable advice, focusing on worshiping his feet has worked like a charm!
It’s been only a week after I started subtly massaging and complimenting his feet, and they have already become a central part of his dominance. He now often uses his legs and feet to keep my head in place when I’m giving him a blowjob, and he enjoys making me lick and smell his feet. For example, two days ago he came home all sweaty from the gym, and I immediately could sense that he wanted to fuck. I went to kiss him, but instead he took off one of his socks and put it inside my mouth. He then pushed me against the kitchen counter, pulled down my pants, and started to fuck me roughly while his sock was still in my mouth. After he finished he went to have a shower without saying a word, and left me with my pants down and his cum leaking down my thighs. I think that it was the first time that he did not wait next to me while I made myself come.
Fully submitting to him outside of sex is still a work in progress, but I made some improvements. When he is not home I try to do as much housework as much as I can, and I have noticed that he has started to neglect cleaning, cooking, and washing clothes, assuming that I will do it. Yesterday night, for instance, he started cleaning the kitchen, but when I joined him he immediately sat on the sofa to scroll on his phone and left me doing it alone. I could see that he was looking at pictures of hot twinks on instagram. After I finished, he rewarded fucking me like a toy, and I wondered if he was thinking about the guys on his phone while doing it.
I can’t thank you enough for helping me awaken the alpha inside him a little more, and please let me know if you think there are other things that I could do. Tomorrow he will go on a work trip for two weeks, and I am worried him being away will disrupt the progress I was making.
One of my favorite things in the world about this “job” I have is giving advice, having the person follow my suggestions, and then hearing that it worked exactly as planned! Brother, you made me so happy with this update! Thank you!
Some pre-Alphas just need a little coaxing until they feel they feel they have essentially been “given permission” to act out the desires they’ve been suppressing. Far too many pre-Alphas have been lost to being polite and thoughtful and WOKE. Alphas sometimes act (and need to act) selfishly and roughly. Non-PC. This is just how they’re made.
I knew if your boyfriend had any Alpha in him, the feet trick would trigger it. And sure enough, it did! He responded beautifully to it! You did an excellent job, brother!
As far as your concerns, I wouldn’t worry at all. His engine is now running, and he’s experienced what it felt like to TAKE YOU the way an Alpha takes and uses a faggot. He sees you now as an object of lust, a toy that he owns so he can unload his power and rage. He’s going to return from that trip and practically rape you!
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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I tried what you said, it helps a bit I’m sure with more time it’ll get better. I do have a question about releases. What’s your stance on that. My daddy says that I can only cum when he allows. And that being only analy or with a vibrator. Being as we are a long term couple and I’ve yet to see any stories about a dynamic like ours changing to a master/faggot dynamic do you think him jacking me off should be allowed or should I handle that alone when he allows or should he even allow it at all? Sorry for the back and forth haha I have no one else to ask about any of this!
thanks again Sam!
Hi Alex, thanks again for writing!
Actually I’ve covered many situations like yours that evolved from a relationship to a Master/faggot arrangement many times in the past. Most recently Zack has been writing about his enslavement to his Master Declan, who used to be his boyfriend.
And like Zack, I’ve overwhelmingly seen faggots who become faggots to their former boyfriends remain in permanent chastity without regular orgasms. I think there is a psychological element at play there. As boyfriends, you were generally of equal standing. Ownership, though, must naturally change everything, and chastity is one such enforcement device. And once an Alpha boyfriend sees his former boyfriend submitted to that degree, he doesn’t want even the chance that his faggot will want to be equal again.
I think you’d better forget about regular orgasms for as long as you’re owned by him, brother. Learn to adjust.
To touch on what you said about foot worship I have been doing some massages and mixing some kisses in there while doing so! He hasn’t reacted badly to it so I’ll keep it up and see how he takes it. I’m glad to hear you definitely think he’s an alpha. I’m just hoping he embraces that role more. Us being together so long I think is his main reason for being slow at embracing this part of himself! As far as I go I’m full steam ahead haha I’m trying to real myself in and not bother him too much. That’s my fatal flaw impatience. As far as Chasity goes do you have any pointers for dealing with the denial? I went from jacking off whenever I felt like it to only servicing him with releases for myself at this discretion. Which I will say hasn’t been too often. While I’m okay with and want this. It’s definitely a learning curve. Any advice would help I’m new to all of this!
First of all, I’m glad to hear you’re focusing on foot worship. Trust in this process. I believe you will eventually be able to get him to see the truth and embrace it.
As far as chastity goes, a lot of it is mental. I stopped masturbating years before I went into chastity, and it was purely a mental control thing. I became so deeply ashamed of myself for masturbating like a Man does when I knew deep down that was wrong. So I was already primed for chastity and it proved to be no issue aside from the awkwardness of wearing it.
Here’s an idea: think about your boyfriend’s cock, the cock that you worship with your whole soul. Deny yourself in honor of that cock, and the Man to whom it belongs. Meditate on that daily. When motivated by deep, meaningful reasons, we can accomplish almost anything. Try it and see.
So to start of me and my bf have been together since 2013 he’s 32 top and I’m 26 bottom. The last few months since about October, I’ve discovered something about myself through your pod cast and x profile. I believe 100% that I am a faggot. I’ve been talking with my bf a lot about the master/fag dynamic and he seems to be into it. To give a bit about him he’s rather manly while I’m very feminine, long hair high faggy voice haha. I guess my question is this: he’s always been sweet to me. Not a push over he knows how to stand on something when he needs to but it’s been a slow roll on him getting into the idea that he deserves to be waited on hand and foot. Sexually and non sexually. I guess he’s having a bit of a time with calling me a faggot though our daily life. Even though I LOVE IT. And it feels natural to me. Does this mean he isn’t an alpha? I’ve always seen him as such. He’s never bottomed before me or after me not that I desire to. Also I’ve given him permission to find other faggots as I love the idea of him being with other boys. He’s downloaded Grindr but hasn’t used it yet. So any insight on how to handle this or help make him comfortable with all of this would be VERY appreciated!
thanks, fellow fag!
p.s. we also partake in Chastity. He’s taken to that great and keeps me locked 24/7 since November!
Thank you for writing, brother!
It’s interesting to me how many times I’ve encountered this exact situation over the years. We start off as bottoms, following that natural urge we have, but the truth about what we are – faggots – cannot remain suppressed forever. This discovery is accelerated when we find ourselves in a relationship with a moderately dominant Man (like your boyfriend), because suddenly the possibility of experiencing the fullness of faghood in the safety of a committed relationship becomes real.
As faggots, we then seek to help our boyfriend unlock the dominance within him that we imagine is there. Sometimes it’s wishful thinking, and other times he absolutely embraces the Alphahood hidden inside and eveything changes. I’ve seen both outcomes. The story featured here of Zack and his Master Declan is an example of an Alpha embracing his power through the ownership of a faggot.
Having said that, I feel confident in saying that I think your boyfriend IS an Alpha. There are probably reasons why he’s hesitating. Latent Alphas often have traumas in their childhood that causes them to suppress their Alpha urges. Other times, gay Alphas feel the pressure of society (and particularly the gay lifestyle) to treat everyone respectfully and as equals.
Brother, you’ve done a terrific job of helping your boyfriend embrace some of his power. The fact that he’s calling you a faggot is awesome (this is often a tough hurdle), and it’s really a great sign that he’s kept you in chastity. Clearly, there is something going on within him, but he’s still holding back.
In your letter you didn’t mention anything about foot worship. This can really unlock Alpha urges for actual Alphas. And by foot worship, I don’t just mean massages and licking kissing in a romantic way. I mean when he walks through the door, you’re on your knees to kiss his feet. Honorific foot worship. He’s your King; show him that in every way.
But I’d like to write something to your boyfriend right here, and you can ask him to read it.
Sir,
I want to congratulate you on your long-term relationship with your boyfriend, which is definitely a credit to you, Sir. Like you, I want nothing more than to see your relationship blossom and become stronger and more satisfying.
In any successful relationship, adjustments must often be made as we grow together and discover new things about ourselves and our loved ones. Your relationship is going through an adjustment right now, and one that I think is very important and integral to you both because it involves PURPOSE.
Sir, your boyfriend is a faggot, not just a bottom. I’m sure you probably felt like it’s just a fetish or a phase he’s going through, but it’s not. He was really born a faggot, and now that he realizes it he simply can’t let go of the need to worship and serve that all faggots have.
I commend you for putting him in chastity, Sir. You may not understand it, but chastity helps faggots deepen their need to serve and puts them in a low-level hum of subspace. You’ve probably noticed those effects over the last few months he’s been locked. You can expect even deeper levels of submission as chastity continues.
But in the same way that chastity helps a faggot embrace his true purpose, so too does a faggot help a superior Man embrace his Alphahood.
You may not believe in Alphas as a real thing, or that some Men are superior to others. But I think any rational examination quickly reveals that Men are not created equal. Some Men simply have the personal power, confidence, genetics, etc., that other Men don’t. Every sports team, military squad, government … all sorted Hierarchically. It’s simply the foundational principle of our world.
I don’t claim to know how you’re feeling Sir, but I do think the power your faggot is offering to you excites you. When you see his useless fag penis locked up and under your control, I’m sure there is a rush of power and pride. I think calling him “faggot” is giving you a thrill as well.
Ask yourself why it feels good. It’s because within you is an Alpha urge that your faggot’s submission is triggering. Deep down you know you’re superior and deserve to be worshiped and served and obeyed.
Your faggot wants to be your boyfriend, but he also wants to be your property, your servant, your faggot. Your natural dominance has helped your faggot embrace his truth. Now it might be time for you to embrace yours, Sir.
You were born a King. Become what you were born to be, and see how much more is truly available to you as King.
Declan took me out to the pub yesterday and had many drinks. Ordered me to go to the washroom and video myself pissing in the urinal. A guy walked in and said:
“Hey sexy, need me to take your phone and video you pissing Sir?”
I had one hand on my phone and one holding my pants and didn’t have time to hide or move. He peaked over and said
“Oh fuck!!! I fucking thought you were a dominant guy.” He laughed and left I guess he only came to flirt and try to hook up in the washroom.
After I washed my hands I went back to the table and the guy bought Declan a beer. I walked over embarrassed and he said:
“Hey boy, I bought your man a beer, why don’t you go have a smoke and come back once the men finish talking”
I looked at Declan and he said “Go boy!”
Once I came back, Declan was alone and I asked what happened.
“He loved that you were locked. He thought I was your sub. He was asking me if I would lend you out one day. I took his number and will message him this weekend. He drinks Budweiser, go buy him a beer and let him know it’s from me.”
I walked over with a beer and handed to him and his buddy said: “next time don’t forget my beer boy”
Oh man I was humiliated. Being at the bar and being watched by that group of guys. Outing me that I was owned and cock locked.
This weekend, Declan (My Dom boyfriend) went online and posted that he wanted people to visit his Wishlist on Amazon and throne. If people shopped around and purchased things for him that he would take a “Me day” which would include tying me up for the evening and being left alone while he keeps me stored away.
It was Saturday and I had worked a very long tough week at work and was excited about my Saturday night. Once again I was relying on my followers to make the decision of what was going to happen to me. I hated that since my followers tend to want me to suffer. Lol
I did some shopping and arrived home. I wasn’t sure if I would be able to pour myself a glass of wine or if I would be grabbed from behind and tied up.
Everything was normal and for a brief moment I thought Declan had forgot about it all. He already had a beer in his hand and I decided to pour myself a glass of wine.
He left to the washroom and moments later I heard:
“Babe can you come give me a hand for a second?”
I got up and rushed over to see what he needed a hand with when he jumped out from behind the door and yelled out:
“GET ON YOUR KNEES NOW!!!”
I was not expecting this and was shocked and immediately got on my knees.
“Put your hands behind your back!”
I hesitated but with a quick punch in the arm I complied and placed my hands behind my back. He locked a pair of handcuffs on me and grabbed my arm and guided me up.
“No more talking, you need to shut up or things will get bad for you. You can blame all your fans on X and on my blue for this.”
He took me to the dinning room and had me sit on a chair. He placed my arms and hands behind the chair and attached another pair of cuffed from the chair onto me. I now had no way to escape.
“I’m going to gag you but before I do is there anything you need to tell me?”
Me: “Please Declan, it’s Saturday and let’s hang”
Declan: “As I said, your followers bought me gifts and now I’m obligated to keep you stored away all night.”
As he was saying that, I heard the sound of duct tape behind me and he shoved a dirty sock in my mouth. He wrapped duct taped on my mouth but continued to unroll it a few times around my head. A bandana placed around my eyes and a pillow case was now placed on my head. I no longer can speak or see anything.
He didn’t stop as he took ropes and wrapped it around my body to the chair.
I am sitting there and tried to move but with my wrist tied behind my chair and attached to the chair, I was helpless and I knew I wasn’t going to be let out anytime soon.
Later, I can hear in the other room that he was watching porn. I honestly was getting hard knowing he was hard and probably jerking off.
“Ding dong” the door bell rang and I heard footsteps running to the door.
A quiet whisper: “Quiet, I tied my boyfriend in the other room.”
Everything went quiet and then I yell out a moan since someone lifted my shirt and was playing with my nipples and then it stopped. Moments later I heard the bedroom door shut.
Music was playing so I wasn’t able to hear nothing. About an hour later I heard the door open and close and then Declan came by and asked me if I was ok. I nodded that I was ok.
Now that the guy left he decided to play video games and he did for a couple hours.
An uber delivery dropped off food. He was enjoying his night without me and doing what he liked.
Hours later the door bell rang again and I heard Declan say:
“Let’s go to the room. You suck me and then ass promised you can have him.”
Have him? Not sure what that meant until I heard the music got louder as the door oppened. I was untied from the chair and was taken to the bedroom where I was pushed to the bed leaning on my stomach. My feet were still on the ground. Pants were pushed down to my ankles and I heard someone spit on my hole before a cock was entered in my ass. It didn’t take long before the loud moaning and I felt shots of cum shoot in my ass.
Did Declan just whore me out to someone that just came by to suck him off?!?
I was left leaning on the bed and the guy must of left . I had no clue what was happening. Was hoping to be released but I heard the shower running and Declan was not in the room anymore. He came back later but not to release me, he pulled me onto the bed, attached shackles to my feet and put me in a hogtied position. That’s where I was left for a while until he came back and untied me and said: “Lay on your stomach and don’t move, you are already lubed up with cum so no need for lube.” (He untied me)
He fucked me and this time it was a long lasting fuck. I still wasn’t able to speak since I was naked but I still had my mouth gagged with duct tape.
As I’m laying there I realize how much of an object I was and how I am his property. I was so horny and all of a sudden my cock started to erupt and shots of cum was shooting out of my chastity. Declan realized what was happened as my ass tighten and was moaning and he instantly pulled out and blew his load in my ass. He got up and told me to put the sheets in the washing machine since I made a mess with my cum.
Yes I shot a huge load while his cock was fucking me hard and it was amazing!
I stripped the bed sheets and got it in the washing machine and then went to the living room and massaged his feet with lotion.
Declan: “I think I am going to get your fans to decide what to do with you more often. They do tend to like me more than you.”
To this day, I still don’t know who came over to service my boyfriend and who breeded my ass with his seed. All he said is that we hung out with the guy once and I mentioned he was “hot as fuck”, but I say that a lot. Lol
True story… the end
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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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