Hey Sam, this is Jacob again. I talked to you a week ago and asked about my 19-year-old boyfriend. I followed your advise and established some new rules in my relationship. I was not aggressive at all, but I was firm and straightforward in a way that I had never been in 20 years with my wife. My wife was my equal partner and we built a life together, but now I understand what you meant when you said that my fag bf is not a male version of my wife, he is a fag. It took me a while to understand the sort of treatment he needed although he has always been very submissive. So I held his arms and said “if you wanna be a slut and go around getting fucked and bred for multiple cocks, go ahead and leave my house. But if you wanna stay with me, I will not accept you disrespecting me in my house ever again. This is my house and you are mine.”

It was the first time in my whole life that I talked to someone like that. For a second, I thought he would get mad or cry because I was very firm and did not let him answer back. For my surprise, he just looked to my feet and said “you’re right.” Then I established some new rules. Now he calls me Sir or Daddy at all times and I gave him chores. I told him that if he is busy cooking and cleaning for me he will have less time to be a slut and think about other men’s cocks. Yesterday I fucked him hard and bred him, then I told him that I’d fuck him twice a week because unlike him I have more to do in my life than just fucking and I’m not here to satisfy his slutty needs. Then I said that if he keeps begging for random cock everyday he will have a gaping worn out pussy before he turns 21.

So far it’s been a  great approach. I wanted to thank you for opening my eyes. I love him and I want to be with him, but he is not my wife and he has very different needs. From now on, I will embrace the life of an Alpha King that I deserve.

This is a follow-up to THIS QUESTION.

I’m so grateful to Master Jacob for following up with this story! It’s so important for faggots out there to understand that their Alpha boyfriends/Masters are not equal partners or Men who will tolerate disrespect or disobedience!

Faggots often need a certain level of aggression, firmness, and discipline in order to maintain their proper place and develop an inner peace and pleasure from their service. It’s as important as pounding them and breeding them. Faggots respond to a Man’s power more than anything else.

Master Jacob is discovering that owning a faggot boyfriend is radically different from having a wife! A wife considers herself an equal partner with her husband (despite not being equal at all). A wife expects to be loved and wooed and treated as special before she gives her husband what he wants. These kinds of expectations choke an Alpha, because an Alpha knows what he really wants and needs.

WORSHIP and SERVICE.

These wives unknowingly drive their Alpha husbands to seek that worship from faggots, because faggots appreciate the one thing that not even slutty girls understand: that Alphas are the KINGS OF OUR WORLD!

That’s why it was so important for Master Jacob to fully embrace his place and force his young, likely untrained faggot to embrace its place at his feet! I’m so glad he did!

Master Jacob, I’m so glad you did this and provided an account of your triumph! Please keep in touch, Master!

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The following post is part of a thread detailing the struggles of an innocent faggot named Noah who is being fucked roughly by a big-dicked Alpha we’re calling Master Hulk. CLICK HERE to read all of these posts in chronological order!

When Noah first told me about Master Hulk’s giant dick and his merciless aggression, I figured this thread would be mostly posts about bleeding and anal prolapse.

I didn’t expect anything remotely resembling love.

Alpha beasts are about as close to pure animal behavior as humans get. Naming Noah’s Master “Hulk” is appropriate, because, like the Hulk, he cannot control his wildness. I understand, because I’ve served Alphas like that. There was this Hulk-like Alpha I used to serve named Kurtis who was captain of his wrestling team, and he was brutal! Let’s just say I was glad to be so limber!

So I figured Noah’s thread would be a bunch of tales of being pounded and pumped full of Master Hulk’s seed. But it sounds like there’s much more to Master Hulk than I ever imagined!

Sam, this is Noah! Do you remember me? I am a proud property of Master Hulk! The big strong guy with a big strong cock

Everything is going well between us… but yesterday he said something really special to me and I want to share with you, please

I always let him fuck whoever he wants because I don’t think it is up to me to decide where he sticks his big cock, but we are getting more and more intimate. Now he takes me out for dinner, we go together to the movie theater, he buy me little gifts. He is more and more treating me like a boyfriend instead of just a cumdump! So yesterday he bought me flowers and told me that he loves me! Can you believe it? He is a very striaghtforward man and he made a me the following proposal: he wants me to be his boyfriend and faggot, and introduce me to his friends and family as his boyfriend! I was not expecting that at all. He is openly bisexual but I would never imagine that he was going to introduce a male boyfriend to his friends. But he has one condition, he wants it to be an open relationship just for girls. In other words, he will not fuck other faggots, he just wants me and my ass, but he wants to fuck female pussy whenever he wants. He promised me that he will not fall in love to other girls, but he wants to fuck some pussy from time to time, just to alternate between my ass and the pussy of random sluts.

What would you do in my place, Sam? I really like to serve him and I have strong feelings for him as well! He told me that he loves me with all the letters and it was veeeery romantic. But I don’t know if I will be okay knowing that my boyfriend fucks pussy. Do you think I should try? He treats me very well and really protects me like a princess, I have nothing to complain about him. But I am afraid that if I demand to be the only one he will not be able to stay with me without cheating on me… please brother Sam, what would you do?

I love you, brother!!

WOW! That’s a drastic and unexpected turn of events!

It really demonstrates how many of these great Alpha powerhouses have a soft, gooey center full of delicious romanticism! In porn and in random sexual encounters, we only see the ravenous, Viking-like conqueror. But here’s the secret of proper faggot etiquette: we faggots win over our beast-like Masters by serving them steadfastly through their rages, and our Masters eventually see us like the faithful dogs we are! This site has many stories like this: Master Dino and Jamie, Master Chad and everybody, Master Nick and Yul, Master Anthony and Fabien, etc.

That is why I’m always emphasizing proper faggot etiquette on this site!

So now Noah has endured Master Hulk’s gigantic dick and his relentless sex drive, and Master Hulk has fallen for his faggot! That’s awesome! But Master Hulk has one caveat: he wants to fuck females from time to time!

Noah asked me if he should be okay with this. Let me tell this directly to Noah: Brother, if you refuse to submit and accept this about Master Hulk, you’re going to screw everything up and I’m going to personally hunt you down myself!

First of all, faggots don’t have a choice. It’s nice that Master Hulk is making a request, but it’s honestly not going to matter. Master Hulk WILL fuck females. The only question is: will Noah still be his faggot?

Look, females pose no real threat to faggots. We serve Alphas better than females, and we’re more versatile in terms of what an Alpha can do with us because we’re endlessly submissive. Sure, an Alpha might dismiss us in favor of marrying a female, but very often that doesn’t change much more than frequency.

Noah needs to shut up and accept that his Master desires pussy sometimes instead of butthole. In the end (no pun intended), Master Hulk will return to his loyal faggot’s worship!

Congratulations, Noah! Be a good boy and OBEY!

Love,

sam the faggot

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Orders hit hard the second I walked in: groceries dropped, slammed against the wall, wrists cuffed tight behind my back.
Dragged to my knees.

Declan: “Heading out for drinks with the boys. First, edge me slow and sloppy, deep throat, no mercy, stop right before I blow. No load for you tonight… maybe I’ll save the rest for someone else.”

I opened wide. He used my mouth like his personal toy, thick, throbbing, leaking pre while my caged cock strained uselessly. Pulled out at the edge, left me drooling, denied and wanting more.

Patted my cheek: “Stay ready. I might come back hornier.”

Door shut. I’m still here on my knees, throat open, repeating the only words allowed.

Yes, Sir.

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

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

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

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

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

The stakes? Whether he finally gets to touch his cock again… or stays helplessly caged for who-knows-how-much longer.
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Thank you for your quick and very prompt response Brother Sam, It truly means the world to me to have you offering me advice  and guiding me, your website has really helped shape my life and identity and help me (and so many others) find purpose, I cannot thank you enough. I just wanted to write quickly to update you that I will do exactly as you said, I will have dinner ready by 5pm, over by 7 at the latest, a conversation during the movie about alphahood and serving him and I will offer to massage his feet -that was such a great idea, thank you for offering that , what a brilliant idea. I was also wondering do you think I should print out your letter to an Alpha and leave it on the couch before the movie or give it to him after or before dinner to open the conversation? would love to get your advice, also I know its my duty as a fag to serve straight Alpha men but part of me feels guilty submitting to my moms boyfriend, I want to submit to him wholly, fully and make his life better no matter what it’s my purpose as a fag but the guilt is inside me, I dont want to hurt my mom or betray her, do you have any advice on how best to deal with this guilt or reframing my view point? would dearly love any and all advice you can offer brother, I know I am destined to serve him but how do I keep the guilt away, what would you do, thank you brother, light and love -Ethan xo

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Ethan, thank you for following up!

I’m excited for you, and I’m so proud of your courage and attention to detail! Be determined to serve him, but allow the evening to dictate how you approach it. Don’t force it. Just relax, let the rhythms guide you, and just be eager to please him.

If you want to print out the “Letter To An Alpha”, that might be a good idea, but I wouldn’t lead with that, Like I said in my previous response, I firmly believe he wants to use you. So I would try the seduction techniques I outlined, and then use the letter as a way to force a conversation or to clarify a point if he (somehow) doesn’t understand. However, I KNOW HE DOES.

As far as your Mom, I understand. However, Alphas has needs, and we faggots are born to serve those specialized needs. Your Mom isn’t going to let him fuck her ass, for instance. I’m also sure you can suck dick better than her. And most importantly, you’re submissive to him in ways she will never be. You’re providing services to him to keep him with her. The likelihood of your Mom ever finding out about this is less than zero, I’m sure. Just bear in mind that this is exactly why you exist. It’s your purpose.

My thoughts are with you little brother! Be brave, and submit!

Love,

sam the faggot

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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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Day 523 locked

NNN is over

Denial December • Day 1

He keeps asking if he’s getting unlocked tonight.

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 

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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.

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.

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.

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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. 🍌💦

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

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

Sir Declan

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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.

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Punishment.

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.

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! 

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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.

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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.”

https://x.com/jktoronto11/status/1922735939039670707?s=46&t=blbTY-cC-2tO1piyP4MQeQ

@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! 

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Hi brother Sam,

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.

This is a follow-up for THIS QUESTION. 

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! 

Nice work, brother!  

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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?”

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.

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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Hey Adam fag Alex again,

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.