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: āHeading 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 tonightā¦ maybe Iāll save the rest for someone else.ā
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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: āStay ready. I might come back hornier.ā
Door shut. Iām still here on my knees, throat open, repeating the only words allowed.
Yes, Sir.
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Declan came home and saw my chores werenāt 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 Iām reminded exactly where I belong.
We film as much as we can, but this isnāt pretend or role-play. This is real life for us.
What youāre seeing is genuinely how we live.
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He keeps asking if heās getting unlocked tonight.
In 13 hours heāll be on his knees in front of me while I check whether anyone has extended his sentenceā¦ or if he thinks heās getting released.
Iām 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 wonāt be released for:
ā Denial December
ā His Birthday
ā Christmas
ā New Yearās Eve
ā And not until next year on 2026
He thinks he deserves a break to finally pleasure himself. I donāt agree.
He wasnāt going to post the links again, but I told him leaving them out would be a very bad idea. Iām happy to post them here.
Thank you,
Sir Declan
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Earlier this week was one of those non-stop, soul-draining days at the office. I woke up tired and spent the whole day in meetings, calls, and dealing with everyone elseās problems. By mid-afternoon, I texted Declan saying I couldnāt wait to get home, relax, watch a movie, and cuddle in his arms.
He simply replied:
āYes, letās do that, babe.ā
That message kept me going. I left work, stopped to grab dinner, and finally walked through the door thinking I was about to have a quiet night.
I put the food down, took off my shoes, and went into the living room to greet my boyfriend. Like I do every single day, I dropped to my knees in front of him without even thinking. Itās second nature now, I kneel, remove his socks, and start kissing his feet. The smell of his workday hit me instantly, a mix of leather, sweat, and warmth. My tongue traced over the tops of his feet, across the arches, and down to the soles.
I could taste the salt and feel the roughness of his skin as I sucked each toe slowly, one by one, while my tongue circled between them. His toes flexed a few times, little signs that he liked it, but he didnāt say a word. He just leaned back, watching his show, occasionally glancing down to make sure I was still at work.
After about twenty minutes, my jaw was starting to ache, and I tried to shift or stand up. Thatās when I felt it, his hand suddenly grabbing a fistful of my hair.
āWhere the fuck do you think youāre going? Mouth back on my toes and shut up.ā
My breath caught. That tone hit hard.
Without another word, I went right back to it, licking, sucking, and massaging his feet in silence. The only sounds were the TV and the wet sounds coming from my mouth. I stayed there for another thirty minutes, completely ignored, existing only as his footrest and toy.
Eventually, he said casually,
āGo get me a drink.ā
When I got up, my knees cracked. I went to the kitchen, made his drink, and took it to him. He didnāt even look up, just took it from my hand, and I quietly walked to the bedroom to change out of my dress clothes.
I was unbuttoning my shirt when he suddenly appeared in the doorway. He didnāt smile.
āIn the cage. Now. Donāt make me repeat it.ā
I froze.
My heart dropped because I had no idea what was coming. I really thought we were going to cuddle.
But his expression told me otherwise, this was serious.
As I crawled into the cage, he followed me in with a few items. My stomach turned when I saw what they were: cuffs, a hood, shackles, and a gag.
He said, almost casually:
āA guy named Anthony, the one who paid to extend your chastity for another month, also bought a punishment from my throne. You might not like it, but it is what it is.ā
Then he listed what was requested:
š Hooded
š Gagged
š Kneeling
š Balls cuffed to the jail cell
š Hands handcuffed
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He placed the hood over my head, muffling everything. I could barely see or hear. My wrists were cuffed in front of me to the cage, my knees pressed into the floor, and my balls were cuffed through the bars so I couldnāt move more than a few inches. Then he shackled my ankles and looped the chain through the bars, forcing my legs backward until I was completely locked in place, kneeling, bent forward, my face pressed near the bars, unable to move, my breath echoing inside the hood.
I heard him step back and say quietly, almost amused,
āThatās better.ā
Time became meaningless. I had no idea how long Iād been restrained. Every sound felt amplified, his footsteps, the TV in the background, even the sound of him pouring a drink somewhere nearby.
Every now and then heād come over and tease me, tugging at my balls or giving them a quick slap before walking away again.
Then suddenly I felt something cold. A hand spreading something across my balls.
And then it hit.
š„ A535 cream.
The burn was instant, a deep, searing pain that made me gasp into the gag. I tried to pull back, but the cuffs held me tight. My entire body shook. It was unbearable, and he knew it. I could hear him laughing softly as he walked away.
That hour felt endless.
At times I tried to fight it, other times I just gave up and knelt there shaking and sweating, drooling into the gag while the burn consumed me.
Eventually, I heard another sound, one that didnāt make sense at first. A second voice. A quiet moan.
Declan wasnāt alone.
Through the hood I could hear him, the sound of his belt, the deep grunts, the rhythm.
He was getting a blowjob.
Someone else was on their knees, servicing him while I was caged and burning.
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He came hard, I heard it, I felt the tone in his voice change when he finished.
But I wasnāt allowed to see who it was.
When he finally removed the hood and cuffs later that night, he just smiled down at me and said,
āYouāll find out eventually.ā
Two days before, I learned that Iāll be participating in No Nut November, and that more punishments are already lined up.
Thatās my life.
The life of a slave boyfriend, owned, used, and kept locked for the man I love. š¤
Locktober Day 21 (October 21) Day 482 locked in chastity
Itās Hump Dayā¦ and Iām 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 knowā¦ 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 weāre relaxedā¦ heās still in control.
Just after midnight, he suddenly said,
āHand me your iPad.ā
I didnāt even think twice. I passed it over, eyes still glued to the movie. About twenty minutes later, thereās a knock at the door. It startled me a little, it was late, and I wasnāt expecting anyone. Declan didnāt move, just smirked.
āGo get that.ā
So I got up, bare chest, collared, messy hair, and opened the door. A delivery guy stood there holding a massive McDonaldās bag. He looked me up and down slowly and smiled.
āHere you go, sexy.ā
I froze. My face went hot.
Before I could even respond, my iPad buzzed with a message:
āMy number in case you ever want it šā
Then the order closed out.
I turned back to Declan, still standing in the doorway in nothing but my boxers, and asked,
āDid you order this?ā
He nodded, grinning.
āYeah. Go plate it for me.ā
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.
āNo, babe. On your knees. I want you cockwarming me while I eat.ā
I felt that familiar rush of heat shoot through my body, half fear, half desire.
If youāve never experienced itā¦ cockwarming is when you hold your partnerās 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.
āDID I SAY TO MOVE?!?ā
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:
āGo get me a drink. Then you may eat.ā
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.
Thatās life as his. No complaints. Just service. Love my man. Love his cock. Wish I could use mine. šš¦
Sometimes Zack is a good boy and boyfriend, but as his owner, itās 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. Itās what keeps him obedient, molded, and mine.
Yes, the ass is his, but itās an ass that belongs to me. And Iāll paddle it anytime, any way, and anywhere I damn well choose.
Yesterday was day 464 of being locked in chastity under Sir Declanās 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 wasnāt going to be a āregularā workout. Between sets heād whisper in my ear, āIām going to make your body better for me. Stronger, tighter, more useful. Youāre mine to build.ā 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 heād 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 didnāt 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, āGo get your food.ā 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, āFOLLOW ME!ā As we got in the bedroom, he said: āHands over the cage now.ā 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: āOwned by Declan.ā 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 heād come back, rub my ass with his palm, slide his fingers into my mouth and say, āI love you, babe,ā before disappearing again. Each time was a tease, a reminder of both his affection and his control.
When he finally released me, he didnāt 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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Yesterday made it painfully clear why Sir Declan set this sentence, being moody for being cucked while he had a weekend date wasnāt acceptable, and he decided I needed to learn the lesson properly.
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Day one started with paddles and 4Ā½ 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 didnāt 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 couldnāt 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 heād 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 Iād 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 didnāt 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 didnāt let me pull away; he made sure I swallowed every last drop. Afterward he murmured, āGood boy, you didnāt gag this time. Okay, now bed time.ā Praise that stung almost as much as the paddles, because it reminded me Iād passed another test.
I expect tonight when I come home from work Iāll 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 donāt like the discipline, but I understand it. I appreciate his guidance, his corrections, and his love, even when itās 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) āāāāāāāāāā
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Whatās up fag, nameās Caden and I had a question for you. I transferred colleges this year and saw this fag I knew since elementary school. Since 8th grade, he was always lingering in the locker room and when we did basketball dares he always would ādareā me to flex or take my shirt off and was a pussy who threatened to report me when I threatened to beat him up once. I havenāt seen him in two and a half years prior to this year since we went to separate colleges til now but heās in the same club as me and has been making advances on me even though I told him I have a gf and Iām not a fag. At this point Iām just over it and wanna punish and own him for just being a fag hitting on me so much and force him to submit to me, any brutal methods you got to humiliate him?
Thank you for the question, Sir!
Younger faggots can be a problem for straight Alphas because they are untrained and generally have not accepted their proper place in Hierarchy. They often make the mistake of thinking that they are equal-but-submissive, and lack the respectful behavior that Alphas deserve.
I want to forewarn you, Sir: physical/violent punishment doesn’t work well on faggots because they often get off on it. That’s the opposite of what you want, I’m sure. It’s better if an Alpha gets into the faggot’s head first before administering physical punishment, because then the Alpha’s violence has an emotional component and not one of pure hate. Do you see what I mean, Sir?
I propose this: the next time you’re with the faggot and it starts its nonsense, tell it to stop, get on its knees, and kiss your feet. If it doesn’t obey, then either slap its face or spit in its face and repeat the command. If it still doesn’t comply, then use force to get it on its knees and make it kiss your feet.
Once it does this, have it look up at you. Then ask it: “what are you?” The only acceptable answer is: “I’m a faggot, Sir.” If it does not answer correctly, slap it and ask it again. Once it does this, repeat the process again and again until you are satisfied. Then, tell it “good boy” or “good faggot” to reinforce the training (like giving a dog a treat).
Then dismiss it, but not before making it clear to the faggot that it is to refer to you as “Sir” or “Master” and that it now belongs to you exclusively.
After that session, the next sessions should involve tasks you want the faggot to perform to your satisfaction, followed by additional reinforcements like foot worship or scent training on your pits or your crotch.
This training I’ve outlined is pretty standard, and is designed to break a faggot of bad habits and start a reprogramming based on faggot fetishes/addictions. As Alpha, you can make adjustments on the fly as you see fit, Sir. I’m just outlining a scenario. I hope it pleases you.
I can already tell you’re quite a dominant Alpha. I have no doubt you’ll own this faggot quickly! Please keep in touch, Sir!
Itās a holiday today, and Iām home alone, tidying up before Declan gets back from work. Honestly, it sucks that he had to go in todayāI was hoping weād get to spend the day together. I didnāt expect him to come home on his lunch break, but he did. I had the music playing loud while I vacuumed and didnāt hear the door open.
Next thing I knew, he was behind meāhis surprise made me yelp so loud I nearly dropped the vacuum. He just laughed and said with a smirk, āGood housewife, cleaning up while Iām out making money.ā
Still catching my breath, I asked, āWhat are you doing home, babe?ā
He leaned in close and replied, āThereās a new guy at work. Hot as hell. Iāve been hard all morning just looking at him. I came home to put on some tighter underwearādonāt need everyone noticing.ā
Before I could reply, he took my hand and said, āCome with me.ā There was a glint in his eye I knew all too well.
He led me to the room where he keeps the jail cell āour little shared secret. āShhh,ā he whispered. Then, with a slow, deliberate motion, he locked one end of a hinged cuff around my balls and the other to the cold iron bar. My hands followed, restrained together in front of me to the bars. I was now kneeling, unable to move without a very noticeable consequence. He took my phone and placed it near by and turned my camera on and said: āUse your watch and turn your camera on to film yourself if you want or donāt. I donāt careā
Declan stepped back smiling. āMove too much, and youāll feel it,ā he warned, brushing his hand down my cheek. āIām going to the living room to watch some porn and blow a load. I might make a bit of a messāsomething for you to deal with after I leave.ā
I heard him walk off, and then the unmistakable sounds of moans and motion coming from the other room. I couldnāt move, couldnāt touchāonly listen. Time slowed to a crawl. Ten minutes later, he returned, casually unfastened the cuffs, and with a satisfied tone said, āClean the carpet before I get back,ā he said, licking his thumb and brushing it across my bottom lip. āI left you something to remember me by.ā
Seconds later, the door shut behind him.
I wish I could say I was strong enough to resist, but I didnāt even think to take a picture for all of you. I just cleaned it upā¦ maybe a little more intimately than I should have as I admit I took a few licks.
Does that make me pathetic licking his cum from the carpet?
All I know isā¦ Iām still aching for him.
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Itās 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 Rickās 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, Iād bring him his coffee and sit with him briefly before getting back to my chores. Heād sip his coffee, smoke his cigarettes, and watch me.
On the second morning, Rick said, āDeclan is a lucky guy to have such an obedient boyfriend. You should be proud of yourself.ā
I blushed. I was proud of myself.
Once Declan woke up, heād 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 Rickāhis 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 wasnāt 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 gentlyāand 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: āWhatās going on, guys? You know Iād comply willingly.ā
Declan: āBe quiet, Zack.ā
They lifted me to my feet and escorted me to a bushy area near the trees. One cuff was released only to reattach my armsāthis 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: āYour boyfriend and I want to enjoy some drinks and a book by the lake. If we hear a peep from you, Iāll stuff one of my dirty socks in your mouth and duct tape it shut.
Just relax. Enjoy nature. Weāll be watching from the lake.ā
It was the first time Rick had ever asserted such dominance. I was stunned. Humiliated. And I couldnāt do a thingājust kneel there, his spit drying on my face.
What I didnāt know was that Declan had logged into my X account and posted:
āAt a buddyās 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. š
Hit up my throne if you want to make it happen. Just added: Cottage Soaking While Stored.ā
@keyofkinkāsomeone I regularly chat withāsaw it. And apparently, he helped make Declanās āwishā 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 meāface, shirt, shortsāeverything 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: āAny chance I could get something to drink? Itās hot. Maybe a water? Or beer?ā
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: āSure. Open up, urinal.ā
I knew I wasnāt getting water. I opened my mouth. His sun-warmed cock slid in, and he held my head.
Rick: āDrink up.ā
He pissed. I swallowed. As much as I could. Some of it spilled out, but I didnāt resist. He eventually stepped back and walked away.
And I stayed there, tied up, watching them lounge by the lakeālaughing, 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: āDeclanās napping. I told him Iād take care of you. Open up.ā
I expected more piss. But once his cock slid into my mouth, it got hardāand stayed hard.
He didnāt 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: āHereās a towel. Iām removing the cuffs. Stripāget naked.ā
I obeyed. Standing naked in front of him, he looked down and burst out laughing.
Rick: āWhat the fuck is that? Declan never told me your cockās locked.ā
Me: āHe didnāt do it for this trip. Iāve been locked for over 330 days. I havenāt seen or touched my cock in almost a year.ā
He cuffed my hands in front and pointed to the shower.
As you are aware, a couple days before Valentineās 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 ābribedā 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 Iām 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:
āMy 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 xxxā
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:
āSmell! Does it smell good? Pull my cock out and put my cock in your mouth.ā
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.
Iām 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.
āWhat would you like me to wear tonight Declan?ā
Declan: āOh babe you are fine nakedā
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 āWhatās going on?ā
My view from in the cage.
Declan: āWe 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 Valentineās Day while I go out on a date.ā
Me: āBut itās our day and who you going out with?ā
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: āCheers to you and me and our love!ā
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: āIām not locking the cage with a padlock for safety since I wonāt 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.ā
He handed me a huge bottle of water, a McDonaldās 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 āHave fun. I left a couple edibles in the McDonaldās bag for you to take if your bored.ā
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 wouldnāt 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:
āDo 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 didnāt 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 didnāt wake up to it.
A note was placed by the cage door:
āI 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. Donāt 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 Dā
By 9:45am, he got up and walked to me and said: āSuck my cock and then I let you outā.
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 āI took some cialis yesterday and Iām still hard. Get your ass in bed and have it available for me as Iām going to fuck a load in you.ā
I canāt 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 donāt know what happened that night with him and that guy but all I know is that he is happy and that makes me happy! Iām sure the other guy is also happy to have worshipped and spent the evening with my boyfriend:
True story. The end.
Check out our social sites as we post daily: X/Twitter: JKTORONTO11 (Zack ā me) & Bluesky: JKTORONTO11(Declan)
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On November 19, Declan locked me out of my X/Twitter and posted:
The good thing about having control of your boyfriend is that you can lock him out of his X and post stuff. š
He has been very good to me lately and as a proud owner, I decided I will surprise him tonight. As he arrives home, I will handcuff him, drag him to the bedroom and bend him over the bed. Pull his pants down and lube his hole. Thatās when āBobā will fuck his ass. Yes Bob is the life size cock you see in the pic. After a while, I will shove my cock and pound my alpha load in him and keep him tied to the bed for the evening. Iām a sweet caring boyfriend donāt you agree? š
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As you all were aware, Declan locked me out of my account and posted that he was going to surprise me when I got home. Well he sure did!
I got home around 5:15pm and was greeted at the door with a big hug and kiss. He took my backpack and placed it on the ground, then grabbed my arms and handcuffed my wrist behind my back. He escorted me to the bedroom and put me my stomach. I had no clue what was happening until I felt the cold lube get pushed in my ass with his fingers.
He was fucking me with a dildo but moments later after he beat my ass with the paddle. I had tears in my eyes and begged him to stop but it all changed to joy once I felt his hard raw cock push in me.
He pounded my ass, fingers in my mouth yelling at me that Iām lucky to be getting his cock. As Iām laying there, head pulled back with his fingers in my mouth, his body pounding my sore ass he said:
āYou belong to me, I love you and you will continue to do what your told and take my cock anytime I wantā
As he fucked me for about 8 minutes, his moaning got louder and louder until I felt his alpha semen shoot my insides. He got his beautiful cock out of me and stood over my helpless body and said
āI love how pathetic you look just laying there helpless. How do you feel?ā
Me: āI wouldnāt want to be anywhere else but here servicing your every needsā
As I said that. Cuffs were added to my ankles and I was quickly hogtied and left alone in the room.
I think it was an hour later when he came back and said
āYou want free? If so you agree to make dinner and not speak until spoken to?ā
Me: āyes Sirā
I made him dinner, watched a movie with him and never spoke to him. Around 10pm thatās when he said
āhey babe follow me, I need to piss and go to bed.ā
I followed him to the washroom, drank his piss. Declan: āCome suck my cock in bed while I chat to some of your followers until I blow down your throat.ā
He shot his load and I swallowed every drop of his semen and then kneeled at the foot of the bed and started to massage his feet with my hands and mouth until he fell asleep.
I quietly left the room and posted a cage check from earlier that day.
Day 160 locked in chastity by Declan
My underwear has so much full of pre cum. Obviously I knew I would have to stay horny and wouldnāt be able to get off, but as I sat there I remembered I have two is his loads in me. One in my ass and one down my throat. I made myself a night cap and my mouth changed from tasting like feet and cum to whisky. I was happy and proud of today. I enjoy my life as Declanās property and boyfriend.
My normal daily life on a Saturday is usually staying at home and taken care of Declan because he works on the weekends. I will make sure the house is clean before he gets home from work since I am off on weekends. If you follow my stories, you know that when he gets home, Declan will go sit on the couch and I make him a coffee and light snack. He will watch a show while I take his socks off and get on my knees and massage his feet. Itās the least I can do for him for being the greatest boyfriend!
But yesterday was different, as he sat down he said: āOnly bring me a coffee, once you massaged my feet I want you to have a light snack and then go shower and make sure your ass is cleaned out. I need you to iron my blue dress shirt and dress pants. I need you to also wear something niceā
Im sure you can guess that while Iām massaging his feet that Iām now straining in my chastity thinking of a million thoughts of what might be happening.
I would never ask.
I usually will put lotion on his feet and massage him that way but he said: āNo lotion this time, I want your mouth sucking my toes and licking my feet.ā
Damn, Iām now hard as a rockā¦ well as much as my chastity will allow me.
After his show, he told me to leave the room and get ready. I had a light snack, showered and cleaned up and as Iām naked ironing our clothes I hear a knock at the door.
Me: āAre you expecting someone Babe?ā
Declan: āYes, go answer it naked.ā
As I open the door and peaked my head out, I notice John. You might remember John in my last story āCock block, cucked and outedā that I posted the other day. He is the sexy Alabama guy who was attracted to me but Declan outed me as a bottom locked in chastity and took him from me. That night John sneaked out and gave my boyfriend a blow job and got fucked by Declan in the washroom stall of the pub we went to.
John pushed himself in and gave me a hug and kiss and said āOh good, your mouth doesnāt taste like my ass anymore and he grabbed my chastity and laughedā That night, Declan had me sucking his cock once we got home after he had fucked John and thatās why he was teasing me about his own ass.
He slipped his shoes off and handed me his jacket and walked in the living room to go see Declan. Once I hung his jacket, I followed him but I was told to continue my chores which I complied.
Moments later, Declan came in the bedroom and said we were going to leave in 20 minutes and hands me a box. āI need you to put his in your ass before we leaveā
I placed it in my ass and was surprisingly comfortable. We both got dressed and obviously he was looking so sexy.
Declan: āZack you look good babe! Ok letās go.ā
Remember I have no clue whatās happening and where we are going. But I followed them to our car and they both got in the back seat and I got in the front to drive.
Declan: āOk Zack, put this address in the gps and letās go.
One of your followers named John sent me $120 for me to take you out for a date night but I decided to take John.
Once we get to the parking lot, Iām going to handcuff you to steering wheel while we have our date. Your only job tonight is being a good plugged chauffeur.ā
Fuck! What the fuck is happening is what Iām thinking in my head but then John spoke up āActually Zack is all dressed up and looking good, why donāt we let the cuck come sit with us and quietly watch us have dinner.ā
Declan: āChange of plans Zack, youāre going to join us but only watch usā
I was so glad and relieved that I wouldnāt be left handcuffed in the car while they were in the restaurant. I decided to be a gentleman and pulled over to the door, I got out and opened their door. I let them know that I would park the car and come find them which I did.
They waited for me at the entrance and we then got escorted to a quiet corner table. They sat next to each other and I was told to sit across from each of them. The waiter came by and handed 3 menus at the table and said he will come back to take our orders. Declan took my menu and put it aside.
Moments later, the waiter came by and took Johns order. Declan took his order but ended by saying: āand if you can get him a glass of water and Pepsi that will be all from all of us.ā
While the waiter was taken the order, Declan had gone on his phone and went on an app and activated the butt plug that was in my ass. I was rushed with so many sensations and the waiter looked at me and asked if I was ok but Declan responded that I wasnāt feeling the best and thatās the reason why I wasnāt eating.
Now it was time for them to enjoy torturing me as their entertainment. They tried to see how I can prevent myself from moaning out load. It was crazy! This thing had me leaking precum.
The night was actually not as awkward since they were chatting about normal stuff and just having a good time enjoying their meal and playing with my ass virtually.
I found out later that It wasnāt just a butt plug, it was a prostate massager. The device was also attached around my ball which also sent waves of excitement to them.
Declan paid the bill and had to use some of his money since it was over $120.
āZack, go warm the car and pick us up at the door entrance.ā I did and by the time I got there, they were already waiting and I wasnāt able to open their doors for them.
John: āSet your gps to my placeā which I did.
We pulled up to a small place but he had his own parking spot. I opened the door but Declan had me sit in the back seat and handcuffed my hands behind my back and then fasten the seatbelt. He shut the door. āBeep Beepā, the car is now locked.
As I sat there for about 10 minutes, thatās when it happened. My ass started to vibrate and it didnāt stop until Declan came back to the car to remove the handcuffs. We drove back home alone and he said:
āDude, I know I been pushing my boundaries lately but Iām very happy. Iām so fucking proud of you and Iām glad John decided to have you join us for dinner. While he was sucking me off, I was on my phone playing with your ass. You enjoyed our new toy?ā
Me: āit was such a surprise and again I got so humiliated trying not to moan and embarrass you at the restaurant. I felt like I was ready to blow all the time. It means a lot to know you are happyā.
As I said that, he put his hand in my pants and laughed āDid you cum or is that just a lot of precum?ā
Me: āI didnāt cumā
We got home and Declan got into bed. As Iām massaging his feet until he slept he said:
āJohn wanted me to give you a gift, itās in my jacket.ā
I kissed him goodnight and left the room to check what he had got me.
A little bag with a note which said: āThanks for lending me your boyfriend again, put this on tonightā It was the jock strap he was wearing that night and he had blew his load on it while sucking my boyfriend.
This post is part of a thread chronicling the acceptance of Alphahood by a young gay Alpha named Lorenzo and the ownership of his former submissive boyfriend.Ā CLICK HEREĀ to read all of these posts in chronological order!
All cuntings are intense in varying degrees for both the Alpha and his faggot. But some cuntings rise to the level of what I refer to as ātransformational cuntings.ā These are cuntings that profoundly alter reality and purpose for both Alpha and faggot. Transformational cuntings form a line of demarcation in the lives of both, a moment of undeniable and unforgettable change. After a transformational cunting, neither can ever go back to their previous concepts of their lives.
Weāve been following the development of Master Lorenzo as he discovered his Alphahood through this site and subsequently broke down his former boyfriend Rick and turned it into his first owned faggot. Master Lorenzo has used his natural passion and desire to fully express his Alphahood to really take firm control of his faggot and explore the depths of his power. Itās been magnificent to work with him to achieve that!
But nothing prepared us for what happened to Master Lorenzo the other day. It was a transformational cunting of overwhelming and sustained significance!
I spent the last 10 days fucking my faggot everyday, literally everyday. You probably remember that it didnāt want to take cock more than twice a week but little by little I convinced it to be what it is supposed to be. Now itās craving for my cock every night. But last night it was different. The only word I could use to describe it is INSANE.
I fucked my faggot on all fours and then I changed for missionary. When it was on its back, I put its legs on my shoulders and went deep inside its hole. I trained my faggot to say āthank youā while I fuck it but that time something happened. I was rutting very hard and suddenly my faggot stopped saying āthank youā and just opened its eyes wide open, without saying any word. It was totally speechless, trying to catch some air but unable to speak.
I felt my balls hitting its ass harder and harder and the head of my cock was about to break something. Thanks to FWA, I knew it was the second ring. It suddenly said āoh my godā feeling that something different was going on but it knows that it cannot make noise because I fuck it in my bedroom and my parents would hear. So I covered its mouth with my right hand while holding its neck with my left hand and did the hardest rut I have ever done in my life.
At that very moment, I wasnāt thinking about the noise, the house or even breaking my bed. I just needed to conquer that pussy forever. And I did it. I felt that something was opening for my cock to enter deeper and, to be honest, I was afraid of hurting my property but I needed to unload. I shot a thick load very deep in its hole. When I finished, my faggot was still speechless and did something I wasnāt expecting. It held my neck, kissed my face and said that my cock was getting bigger day by day.
I now understand the importance of aftercare. My fag started to cry and I held him strong in my arms. It said that it loved me and I answered āyouāre mine and only mineā. So I let it rest on my bed and kissed his forehead and mouth several times. I didnāt care about the stains of cum on my sheets with all the cum leaking out from its ass. We fell asleep together and some hours later it woke me up sucking my cock and balls.
I shot another load. Master Lorenzoās seed in his pussy, mouth and throat. Thatās how it is supposed to be.
The next step will be caging my bitch.
We can easily see the transformation of Master Lorenzoās faggot after this experience. Not only did it break down into weeping uncontrollably after the experience, but note that hours later the faggot woke its Master by sucking his cock and balls! Remember how this faggot once wanted sex only a couple of times a week and didnāt want to serve? That attitude was obliterated during this transformational cunting and replaced by the viewpoint and submissive needs of a true faggot.
But the cunting was transformational for Master Lorenzo as well.
I am now feeling so good, I have never felt better, faggot. I feel like I could go all the way up the Everest or become the president lmao Iām feeling powerful and like a King. I even texted two super hot guys that I have been willing to fuck for a long time and after I cunted my faggot Rick I finally felt confident to reach out to them.
During the cunting, I was feeling amazing, literally as the owner of that tight hole. The only thing I could think about was about going deeper and deeper in its pussy. I wanted to fill all its body with my seed and I did it!! When it started to cry, I was afraid I had hurt his pussy because my cock is quite thick but no, it was perfectly fine, but I think the cunting was too much for it to handle. I have Rick a long aftercare section and now it is more submissive than ever.
My two next goals will be caging him and claiming a second faggot. I canāt even think about the feeling of having two faggots on my feet.
How can Master Lorenzo or Rick ever go back to their former lives after this intense cunting? Those past lives no longer apply to them the same way a caterpillarās life no longer applies to a butterfly.
I love how Master Lorenzo in particular has been changed. His confidence is rightfully soaring, and he now understands that he can take anything he wants. He realizes that even the hottest faggot is still nothing more than a faggot in comparison to him. Itās as if the cunting unlocked for him a secret code to the treasures of the world.
But this is really the point. A transformational cunting isnāt just about conquering a faggot and rewiring its brain and will. Itās also about opening the eyes of the Alpha to the power he carries between his legs and in his heart. Itās about how an Alpha comes to learn the truth about himself through the triumph of cunting.
This post is part of a thread chronicling the acceptance of Alphahood by a young gay Alpha named Lorenzo and the ownership of his former submissive boyfriend.Ā CLICK HEREĀ to read all of these posts in chronological order!
This post is part of a thread chronicling the acceptance of Alphahood by a young gay Alpha named Lorenzo and the ownership of his former submissive boyfriend. CLICK HERE to read all of these posts in chronological order!
Itās been a whirlwind couple of weeks for Master Lorenzo. Heās managed to subjugate his former boyfriend and make him now serve as a faggot as Master Lorenzo continues to embrace the truth about his Alphahood. His discoveries come almost daily, as he begins to see how the world around him actually belongs to him and is subject to his growing power. Itās much the same path many Alphas have explored after stumbling over the information on this site. Their reactions and the result of their subsequent application of what they learn are all similar because TRUTH NEVER CHANGES.
One thing that has been unique about Master Lorenzoās journey to Alphahood so far has been his eagerness to find Alpha mentors to guide his development. Alphas are notoriously adverse to admitting a need for help. However, Master Lorenzo really wants to learn to harness and focus this great power heās discovering within himself, so he asked to reach out to Masters Bruno, Ben, and Chad (all on this site) for advice and guidance. I hooked them up, and they have been chatting his the budding young Apex Alpha. Itās a first to have this much cooperation between disparate Alphas featured on this site. Frankly, I kinda love it.
One thing all of the Alphas agreed on was that it was imperative that Master Lorenzo break his new faggot so that it can be properly cunted and trained. I agree wholeheartedly with this, of course.
So with their advice, it happened:
As you know, I had given some orders to my faggot. So it arrived at my place and the first thing I did after closing my bedroomās door was to put my hand inside its pants and checking its ass. Luckily for him, it was perfectly smooth. It tried to kiss me but instead I said ānot nowā and started to finger its hole. It was the first time I had its ass totally smooth for me to use and it was a huge turn on.
I touched its hole while I kissed its neck and the faggot was getting more and more open, melting for me. I ordered it to get naked and kneel in front of me, which it did immediately. Before fucking its throat, I put two fingers in its mouth and told it to suck. While it sucked my two fingers I ordered it to repeat āIām yours and only yours, Sirā. After doing it for 10 or 15 minutes, my cock was too hard to wait. I shoved it inside its mouth and started fucking.
I want to say thank you very much for Master Bruno, who told me a good position to use a fagās throat: on its back, with the head at the edge of the bed, looking up to the ceiling. Master Bruno said that he always uses his boys like this and I should try. Fuck yeah!! It was awesome. I held its arms and fucked its throat like a pussy. I felt my balls on his nose and I needed to stop several times to let it breathe. I felt like a King using it like that and shot a thick load down its throat.
It swallowed and was a little dizzy after being fucked so hard. I held its neck and told it to thank me. It said thank you and I gave it some aftercare because I didnāt want to stress my faggot too much. After 30 minutes hugging and kissing it, I wanted to breed that hole. I ordered it to get on its stomach, K covered its mouth with my right hand and fucked it hard while slapping that smooth ass. I got hard and choked my new bitch. It took my cock like a pro. All the time I was fucking it I repeated āthis hole is mine nowā and it repeated āyeahā like a little obedient faggot.
It was probably the thickest load of my life. I felt so much cum in its hole when I was done that it would have been lubed for another fuck. I felt as if I was really unloading my balls in that hole and the feeling of breeding was the best of my life. I donāt make love with that boy pussy anymore. I conquer, attack, and breed. Next step will be cunting the faggot. That hole is gonna be mine and only mine.
Thereās a definite difference between a regular fuck and a claiming fuck in Hierarchical terms. The claiming fuck is forceful and brutal, an assertion of the Alphaās will on the faggot heās breaking. It doesnāt matter how much affection an Alpha might feel toward his faggot, in that moment he is unsympathetic and focused only on breeding as deeply and as aggressively as possible.
As Master Lorenzo said, āattack, conquer, and breed.ā
Once a faggot has been broken down and fucked like that, its mindset changes. It understands on a primal level that it is owned property, and it starts to submit deeply to its Master. This opens up the channels within the faggot that are vital for cunting.
And if Master Lorenzo loved pumping his load into his faggot that time, just wait until his faggotās second ring is clamped down on his cock while being cunted! He hasnāt felt anything yet!
Iām so excited for the future Master Lorenzo has before him, and Iām also so excited to see this young generation of Apex Alphas come of age right here on FWA! Itās such a privilege to be a part of their journey to infinite power and worship!
This post is part of a thread chronicling the acceptance of Alphahood by a young gay Alpha named Lorenzo and the ownership of his former submissive boyfriend.Ā CLICK HEREĀ to read all of these posts in chronological order!
This site has a long history of helping Alphas discover their Alphahood and embrace faggot ownership. Itās a point of great pride to me, honestly. Here I am, a silly faggot, getting the opportunity to help our greatest Men unlock and embrace this power that has been hidden inside them for so long!
Each time it happens, there are practically fireworks in the skies over my life. Itās so spectacular to witness first-hand an Alpha casting away the shackles of societal expectations, standing up, and taking full possession of his powers!
Nowhere is this acceptance more profound (and telling) than in gay Alphas. Unlike straight Alphas, gay Alphas have additional programming that tells them they need to be fair and treat everyone equally. Gay Alphas also deal with a quiet programming that tells them they are somehow not equal to straight Alphas.
This is all horsehit, of course. An Alpha is an Alpha regardless of sexual preference. And, I hate to break it to you, but we are NOT born or intended to be equal. Once a gay Alpha fully accepts these two precepts, he discovers he is just as powerful as any Alpha, and is deserving of owning a Kingdom of faggots serving him faithfully.
I say all of this because this site has witnessed the rise of a new Alpha power in the Hierarchical universe.
Master Lorenzo first appeared here several weeks ago in the āQuestions From Readersā section to ask about his boyfriend. The boyfriend, a bottom, was refusing to give Master Lorenzo the deference and sexual service he wanted, and the feeling was becoming too strong to ignore. So Master Lorenzo was asking me if I thought his boyfriend was really a faggot in hiding, or if he should go find a faggot on the side. I began outlining to Master Lorenzo how to test and break his boyfriend if heās a faggot.
Well, it worked spectacularly. Hereās Master Lorenzo with his great news. Iāll have some additional notes afterward.
Hey Sam, Lorenzo here. I hope you remember my story. Following the advice I got from the comments here, I told my bf that I wanted a daily blowjob. He said that I was being mean and selfish with him and that ānobody needs to cum so oftenā. I was trying to be nice and said that I was okay with fucking his pussy twice a week if he gave me a blowjob everyday. He said that if I really loved him I would understand that he would only make me cum twice a week, no daily blowjobs. So I said that we couldnāt be boyfriends anymore but I didnāt want to hurt him so I was polite and suggested that we should try to be friends. He freaked out. He cried, screamed, and called me a terrible selfish person. I held him in my arms and said that he was going to be fine. I told him to leave my bedroom and calm down.
I admit that it didnāt feel good to see my sexy boyfriend crying like that. I do like to be with him but I couldnāt stand it anymore. Iām horny all the time and most times I need to jerk off because he refuses to take my cock. Three hours later, he called me and he was still crying. But that time he wasnāt attacking me anymore. He was actually begging for my attention. I told him to meet me at the shopping mall next to my house. We talked for a long time, he apologized. I held his hand and took him to the movie theater for us to relax. Luckily for me, the section was empty, only the two of us in the theater.
I got hard touching his smooth arm and neck and, when the lights were off, I put his hand on my hard cock and just said āsuckā. For the first time in our relationship, thanks to you, I did not asked him if he wanted to suck. I just gave an order. He obeyed, took my cock like a real faggot, and swallowed every drop of my cum. My parents were sleeping when we got back home, so I sneaked him in and fucked him hard missionary in my bedroom. For every thrust in his pussy, I repeated āyouāre mine and only mineā and he took my second load like a obedient good boy.
I still have a lot of work to do with this faggot but he came back crying when I dismissed him so I think this is a good sign. Sam, I realized that I donāt want a boyfriend anymore, I want a good sexy faggot, and not only one. I am gay and I thought that I would never have the power of Master Matt, Master Steve or Master Jin, because my boyfriend and I were āequalā but reading Master Benās story I understood that I can be a gay Alpha and own multiple faggots. It feels much better than dating. Maybe one day, when Iām 40 or 50, Iāll get married with only one but now I wanna breed new holes.
I wanna say thank you so much to Master Bruno, who helped me a lot with his advice. He deserves the faggots he has. One day I wanna be powerful as these Alphas here. Also, thank you very much for helping me, Sam. In fact, maybe you should be the grateful one for having one more Young Alpha Master to serve, right? Last week I wouldāve thought this sentence is extremely rude, now it just feels right. I wonāt stop until I have a full stable.
I want to isolate a few key lessons from Master Lorenzoās account.
1. Master Lorenzo told his ex-boyfriend/faggot the truth about his needs, and then stood firm when it began to cry and throw a fit over the end of the relationship. This is where Men (and Alphas) go wrong. They let their heart soften and they give into the demands of the submissive. How could the ex-boyfriend ever embrace its faghood if Master Lorenzo continued to treat it as an equal?
2. Master Lorenzo allowed the faggot to return and seek forgiveness. This shows godly benevolence that elevates him above his property.
3. He immediately demanded service (in a public place, even!). This is so critical to the ownership of a new faggot. Once ownership is established, the roles must be reinforced with immediate action or the faggot loses focus. In Master Mattās case, he cages the faggot and puts it on a domestic service schedule. In the case of Masters Bruno and Ben, it was immediate breeding. The faggot needs to get the sense that it is property and it must obey its owner without question.
4. Master Lorenzo took an extra (and also critical) step of mounting and breeding his new faggot. Itās significant that he bred it in missionary because itās a very personal and direct way of fucking someone.
5. Master Lorenzo used each thrust to reinforce his ownership of his new faggot. This made it clear to the faggot that this wasnāt lovemaking, it was a claiming fuck. By doing this, Master Lorenzo used vocal commands as a way to connect the faggotās mind to both the sensations of its body and its understanding of its purpose. Very powerful!
Most of all I want to say that, while Master Lorenzo definitely took lessons from other people from this site, the intuition and implementation of these strategies all came from him. They were natural to him because he is a true Alpha! All Alphas have this capability within themselves, it simply needs to be released!
So now Master Lorenzo has been set free from his politically-correct prison of manmade lies and confusion. He sees the true vastness of the domain he has inherited. The future has no limits anymore.
Thank you, Master Lorenzo, for allowing me to witness your glorious arrival!
