The following post is part of a thread chronicling the journey of a faggot named Ricky who discovered the joy and fulfillment of chastity while in college. CLICK HERE to read all of these posts in chronological order!
In honor of Locktober, I’m publishing stories of faggots who have learned something about themselves through chastity. Write to me if you have something to share!
I really am jealous of some of my brothers who have had experiences like a faggot named Ricky. You see, Ricky was taught the truth about chastity while in college, when an Alpha there took ownership of him and locked him in chastity for the first time. I didn’t get to know the meaning of chastity until later in my life, so I feel like I missed out on those precious years of discovery while in my youth.
Some might say that putting a cage on a young fag’s nub is detrimental, but honestly the benefits far outweigh any detriments. Just listen to Ricky describe his experience:
I always knew I was different from my guy friends growing up. When they would be talking about what girls they got with from school I only ever cared because I wish it was me they were fucking. Like most boys do we talked dick size and I was always the smallest out of my friends. I was always envious of their size and wondered if I’d ever get that big.
Well college came and I met my first alpha. He introduced me to the hierarchy and caged me for the first time. Once the cage was on everything made sense. I knew I was always meant to be caged. I found FWA and leaned more of my place in the hierarchy and got deeper into chastity. This site has helped me to learn and embrace my place as a fag beneath real men. The hierarchy is undeniable.
I wish I had known sooner and locked up back when I was in high school before I tried topping lol
Isn’t it funny how Ricky and I (now both long-term caged fags) wish we would’ve been caged earlier? Why do we feel that way?
It’s because chastity has been teaching us a deeper meaning to our submission. We are learning things about ourselves through chastity that not even simple denial could ever do. Chastity is a journey into oneself, into our own motivations and our reason for being.
Chastity separates us in an undeniable and distinctive way from Men. There are no excuses possible for a caged fag, so delusions. It frees up the mind of a faggot, focuses its mind on its proper place and the only needs that matter: that of the Superior Men around us.
I’m really proud of Ricky for finding a college Alpha who understood the value of caging faggots and took action to cage Ricky’s tiny dicklet!
Any faggots out there still free should really consider it, too! You’ll be a much better faggot for it!
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Yesterday was day 464 of being locked in chastity under Sir Declan’s control (Locktober day 2).
Last night started off like the perfect kind of evening you imagine in your head but never think will actually happen. Sir had already texted me earlier in the day telling me to show up at the gym. As soon as I walked in, his eyes told me everything: this wasn’t going to be a “regular” workout. Between sets he’d whisper in my ear, “I’m going to make your body better for me. Stronger, tighter, more useful. You’re mine to build.” Each word was like a pulse down my spine, a mix of fear and excitement.
After we left the gym, we came home. I immediately started preparing dinner after my shower exactly as he’d instructed earlier in the day. I had all the ingredients laid out; I knew the timing had to be perfect. He likes things a certain way: his plate built just right, sauces in the correct order, and the tray neat so he can eat from the couch. I didn’t even make my own plate at first. Instead, I knelt at his feet, rubbing his arches, running my thumbs over the tension in his heels while he ate.
Halfway through his meal he looked down at me, smiled, and said quietly but firmly, “Go get your food.” I got up and made my own plate, but instead of joining him on the couch, I had to sit on the floor at the coffee table, back turned to him, eating like a servant while he ate like a king. I could hear him breathing, feel the weight of his gaze on me.
We started a movie and for a few minutes I felt that rare softness; he let me curl up next to him, his arms around me, his hand lazily resting on my locked cock through my shorts. But I know him well enough to recognize when that softness changes. His body language shifted. His grip tightened.
He stood up and without raising his voice said in that low, unmistakable tone, “FOLLOW ME!” As we got in the bedroom, he said: “Hands over the cage now.” My stomach dropped. I knew what was coming.
The cage already sitting there like a silent threat. I raised my arms. He grabbed my left wrist and clicked the cuff to the top bar of the cage, then my right wrist to the other side. Cold metal. No movement. My body completely exposed.
Then came the first strike of the paddle. Not hard enough to break skin but hard enough to sting and echo in the room. He paused, reached for the permanent marker, uncapped it with his teeth, and began writing across my back in thick black letters: “Owned by Declan.” The ink felt cool at first, then hot as my skin burned from the paddle.
By the time he was done, my ass was bright red, my back a billboard with his name across it, my cock locked and throbbing, collar snug against my throat. He left me like that, wrists chained, ass stinging, for a good 30 to 45 minutes. I could hear him moving around, watching TV in the next room. Every so often he’d come back, rub my ass with his palm, slide his fingers into my mouth and say, “I love you, babe,” before disappearing again. Each time was a tease, a reminder of both his affection and his control.
When he finally released me, he didn’t send me away. He pulled me to the couch, had me lie on my stomach with my head on his lap so he could stroke my hair while watching more TV. My red, sore ass was on display the whole time. His other hand lazily rested on my back where his name was still written, fingers tracing the letters like he was reading them silently.
This is the reality behind the photos and the stories. This is the mix of discipline, service, and care that makes me his.
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Today is the first day of October, a day that officially kicks off a month-long celebration of chastity for faggots, subs, and any other beta males called LOCKTOBER.
While AI can’t seem to pinpoint the origin of Locktober, it did suggest that it began sometime after “No-Nut November” started as a meme in 2018. And honestly, I feel pretty confident in suggesting that Locktober started on Tumblr around that time period. I was at Ground Zero on Tumblr during the rich and dizzying heights of the Hierarchical movement on that platform at that time, and I remember it exploding on Tumblr. My site there, Fags Worship Alphas, was booming, and I was constantly fielding questions about chastity.
Here was the problem: I wasn’t in chastity at that time. Even worse, I had a really dismissive attitude toward chastity, maintaining the position that any “real faggot” doesn’t need chastity.
But something was happening inside of me that I didn’t plan nor anticipated. I was sinking deeper and deeper into subspace through my meditations on Alphahood. I was servicing Alphas on the side (I had just been dismissed by my last formal Master prior to starting FWA in 2015), but now I was also covering stories from Alphas all around the world. I began to see the Alpha brotherhood in a more complete way, and it was awe-inspiring. I was actually blessed to coach powerful straight Alphas into taking ownership of and using faggots, and I witnessed the glorious ascendancies of God Alphas because of it.
The net effect of this was a humbling I had never experienced before. I became so ashamed of my free penis that I was still using like Men do, pissing in urinals and masturbating. I felt like a hypocrite.
In a moment of clarity, I decided that I couldn’t wait until I was owned again. I needed to go into chastity immediately in the hope that it would ease my shame.
So I bought my first chastity cage, and then filmed my first locking on March 10, 2020 for the official record:
I instantly felt better, and I began to learn so much more about my own submission/purpose through chastity.
For instance, I began to understand why muscle faggots (like the one pictured above) rely on chastity as a way to refocus themselves on their purpose despite being built like that. Or how chastity can help well-endowed faggots shrink their penises (it really does that!) while also keeping them humble.
But most of all, my experience made me a tireless advocate of chastity in breaking/training new/young faggots. When straight Master Jin first told me that any faggot he owned had to be in chastity (this was 2019), I’m embarrassed to say I was almost critical of it. I had never been in chastity before and always felt it was some fetish nonsense (like the leather scene or pup play). In fact, I credit Master Jin for starting me down the slippery slope toward my own caging.
But now I firmly believe all faggots should be caged.
Why? There are a few reasons:
It clarifies a faggot’s mind, decluttering it.
It forces the faggot into a meditative state
It humbles the faggot
It helps the faggot appreciate the power of Men
It makes the faggot hungrier for service
It forces the faggot to accept the natural differences between a Man and itself.
The effect of chastity on me has been profound. So thoroughly was I changed after two years in chastity that, when I had to come out of chastity to serve two years in prison in 2022, I never got hard once during those years, and every day I yearned to be locked up in chastity again. The shame of being in prison wasn’t as bad for me as the shame of being out of my proper place – in chastity.
Wanna guess what I did immediately after getting out?
It’s been an incredible five year journey with chastity, and I wholeheartedly encourage any free faggots to try it this Locktober. Trust me, it’s even better if you lock yourself and successfully remain locked the entire month, because it’s a gift you’ve given yourself (rather than one imposed on you by an Alpha).
Hey, it’s sam here. Master Declan contacted me and commanded that I publish this audience-participation game he’s playing with his faggot boyfriend Zack. Please read and play along if you want to!
BED OR BEHIND BARS, you decide!
Hey, it’s Declan.
Zack’s still sleeping in bed, so I figured I’d take a moment to introduce a new feature, one that puts even more control in your hands. How does this sound?
You get to decide if he earns a spot in our bed… or if he gets locked in his cold little jail cell for the night like the good caged slave he is. That means a strict curfew, no cuddles, no warmth and just me closing the cell door with a heavy click of the padlock before I crawl into the master bed alone. And he stays locked up until I’m ready to leave for work in the morning.
Let’s be honest, he looks better on the floor behind bars. And I sleep better knowing he’s exactly where he belongs.
It’s a holiday today, and I’m home alone, tidying up before Declan gets back from work. Honestly, it sucks that he had to go in today—I was hoping we’d get to spend the day together. I didn’t expect him to come home on his lunch break, but he did. I had the music playing loud while I vacuumed and didn’t hear the door open.
Next thing I knew, he was behind me—his surprise made me yelp so loud I nearly dropped the vacuum. He just laughed and said with a smirk, “Good housewife, cleaning up while I’m out making money.”
Still catching my breath, I asked, “What are you doing home, babe?”
He leaned in close and replied, “There’s a new guy at work. Hot as hell. I’ve been hard all morning just looking at him. I came home to put on some tighter underwear—don’t need everyone noticing.”
Before I could reply, he took my hand and said, “Come with me.” There was a glint in his eye I knew all too well.
He led me to the room where he keeps the jail cell —our little shared secret. “Shhh,” he whispered. Then, with a slow, deliberate motion, he locked one end of a hinged cuff around my balls and the other to the cold iron bar. My hands followed, restrained together in front of me to the bars. I was now kneeling, unable to move without a very noticeable consequence. He took my phone and placed it near by and turned my camera on and said: “Use your watch and turn your camera on to film yourself if you want or don’t. I don’t care”
Declan stepped back smiling. “Move too much, and you’ll feel it,” he warned, brushing his hand down my cheek. “I’m going to the living room to watch some porn and blow a load. I might make a bit of a mess—something for you to deal with after I leave.”
I heard him walk off, and then the unmistakable sounds of moans and motion coming from the other room. I couldn’t move, couldn’t touch—only listen. Time slowed to a crawl. Ten minutes later, he returned, casually unfastened the cuffs, and with a satisfied tone said, “Clean the carpet before I get back,” he said, licking his thumb and brushing it across my bottom lip. “I left you something to remember me by.”
Seconds later, the door shut behind him.
I wish I could say I was strong enough to resist, but I didn’t even think to take a picture for all of you. I just cleaned it up… maybe a little more intimately than I should have as I admit I took a few licks.
Does that make me pathetic licking his cum from the carpet?
All I know is… I’m still aching for him.
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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 chronicling the rise of an Alpha named Moby who has slowly ascended to become the Master of Johnny, his submissive boyfriend of two years. CLICK HERE to read all of these posts in chronological order!
Two days ago I received a long account of a natural Alpha Ascension in my “Questions From Readers” inbox so powerful that I couldn’t just limit it to a simple reply. The writer of the letter was a young gay sub male named Johnny. He has been in a committed, relatively-normal relationship with Moby, his Top, for two years.
Johnny’s account very neatly describes the perfect way Hierarchy will impose itself upon us and force us to embrace truths about ourselves we often don’t know until they are revealed within us. Also, the letter vividly illustrates how Alphahood cannot be denied or resisted when one is born that way.
I really want you to read and study this startling letter with me:
Hi Sam!
My name is Johnny. I’d like to share something I’ve been going through lately to hear your thoughts. I came across your site a few months back and it intrigued me.
So for context, I’ve been dating my boyfriend for about 2 years now. For simplicity sake, we can call him Moby (that’s not his real name FYI). Moby was my first. When we met, I hadn’t had sex with any other guy yet. I was (and still am) just figuring out what I like sexually. There’s always been a certain power-exchange balance in our relationship since we first met. Moby’s always been the more ‘dominant’ one, if you want to call it that. He’s 6’2” and tends to keep in shape and take care of himself. I like that about him. He’s got dirty blonde hair and a great body, not going to lie. I’m a little bit shorter than him. In essence, he’s bigger than me in pretty much every way. He looks like a real ‘Man’ and I like that about him.
In the bedroom, he very quickly took on a more dominant role, and taught me how to be submissive. Although I don’t always like to admit it, I’ve always felt the most comfortable being submissive with Moby. It just feels oddly right. To be completely honest, Moby has a pretty good-sized dick and he knows it.
For fun one time, we got out some measuring tape and measured ourselves. Moby’s dick when just soft is a little over 5 inches and when hard….just a bit above 9.5 inches and quite thick. He was born gifted. And here I am measuring a tad over 5 inches when hard…Moby is clearly more “alpha” than I am, and we both know it. And, weirdly enough, I feel okay with that dynamic. I learned pretty quick that I absolutely love giving a good blow job. I could do that for hours and my bf definitely does not complain.
It wasn’t too long until Moby and I started to get into more of our deeper…fantasies. Moby introduced me to the concept of chastity. He’s always really been turned on by the idea of having me be in chastity. I, naturally curious, obliged him and I began wearing a cage when we’d have sex. Moby began to almost “train” me to associate the cage with not cumming and only focus on making him cum. After Moby would cum, he’d kiss me and cuddle me. When I’d ask to cum, he’d tell me no because he had already cum and that was pleasureful for us both. At first, that was really tough for me because I’ve always been a horny boy, and not getting release after sex was…hard for me, to say the least.
Next I knew, my bf was starting to keep me locked when going to bed. My dick would strain so hard against the confines of the cage. Moby noticed it and got me a strap to help with that. Moby soon began pushing me to wear my cage for longer, even when we’d just be at home not having sex. Because I gave the key to my bf, I really couldn’t decide when to unlock even if I was horny. I sometimes wonder if that was a good idea or not.
He’s been forcing me to go longer and longer without cumming. At first, just a day or two. And then close to a week…and then two weeks. Soon he began forcing me to wear the cage even when we’d go out in public. He says that the idea of knowing I’m locked up while no one else around us knows, really turns him on like nothing else. And, honestly, I think me too.
He’s been trying to convince me that I don’t need to worry about my own orgasm. He’ll say things like, “Baby, you don’t have to worry about touching your own dick. Don’t think of it as a dick anyway. That’ll only frustrate you. You don’t like touching it. It doesn’t feel good for you. Remember? That’s why I locked it up safe and sound, and you can relax by making my dick feel good. My cock is the only cock you need to think about, baby.” I hate it, but I’ve been starting to believe it. And, fuck, he turns me on. Something has changed inside Moby recently – almost feral-like.
Lately, Moby’s been experimenting with my ass. He’ll often eat me out and then fuck me for a long time. It was weird at first but feels great now…for the most part. Usually, he likes to just cum inside me to finish. It kinda hurts ngl, but why does it feel so good when I feel his cock pulsing inside me. It kinda relaxes me. Sometimes after a good fucking, I find that my dick has almost, like, spontaneously shot precum or at least something that looks like that. Moby always has me keep his cum inside me after he unloads. He’s very adamant about that. Often, he’ll make me go to bed with his cum still inside my ass. It turns me on ngl.
The last time Moby let me cum was almost a month and a half ago at this point. I’m so fricking horny all the time and I don’t know what to do with all of it! I can’t think straight. Moby keeps reassuring me that when the time is right, my “body will learn to cum just from me fucking you” and that I have to learn to cum from his cock sliding in and out of me. Whereas before it’d hurt for him to slide his dick inside me, now it’s kinda starting to feel good. I don’t know. It’s a weird feeling. I feel confused but strangely satisfied. What do I do, Sam?
Moby just told me last night that he plans on keeping the key to my cage on a more permanent basis. He said I’m ready. At times, he calls me “boy.” He says that he wants me to stay locked basically all the time and that he’d let me out occasionally in the shower so he can clean me. I work from home, so that isn’t a real big concern. He doesn’t want me to have access to my penis anymore, basically. He said, “It’s either my cock or your nub. You can’t have both, so choose.” I don’t know what to do. Sometimes my dick strains so hard in it cage that it feels like it’s gonna break out. It never does, of course.
So, I guess, what do I do, Sam? I’m kinda at a loss. This all seems to have happened so suddenly and now I seem to be living a life where I can’t even touch my own dick without permission. That doesn’t feel normal. I’m forced to sit down to pee (which Moby likes) and service his cock when he pleases. And to be honest with myself…I absolutely love it…while feeling utterly terrified at the same time. What do I do? Is this normal? If I go with this, is it even possible to live a life without really using my dick? What if other guys find out? I really like Moby’s dick though…ugh…I don’t know.
Best,
Johnny
You can hear the panic in Johnny’s words, can’t you? But beyond that panic, there is also the sound of fulfillment and purpose!
Every step of Master Moby has taken during the course of enslaving Johnny has been one of curiosity fueled by his primal instincts. He seems to be approaching this enslavement of Johnny in the same way any animal blindly and thoughtlessly follows its instincts at the right time. It was inevitable that Master Moby’s Alpha instinct would kick in and he would need to take further and deeper control of Johnny until Johnny accepted what he is to Master Moby: his faggot.
Personally, I can’t help but wonder about Master Moby’s past, and whether or not he ever had any exposure to faggot worship and service prior to being with Johnny. Regardless, it’s so very clear that the Alpha programming within him demanded that Johnny must be subjugated, placed into chastity, and turned into his property.
To answer Johnny’s concluding questions:
There is nothing more to do except obey Master Moby and try to please him.
As I laid out above, yes, this is perfectly normal for an ascending Alpha who is truly embracing his power and authority as such. It’s also normal for an Alpha who wants to be the Master of a personal faggot.
Yes, it’s possible to live a “normal” life without the use of your dick. Nature made the call at birth when it gave you a substandard dick and submissive personality. You’re now owned by an Alpha endowed with a large cock and the dominance to use it. Your dick is now nothing more than a urination device, as well as a means for Master Moby to train you (through caging it) to focus on the only true cock in the relationship: HIS COCK.
Who cares what anyone else thinks about your caged penis? Yes, they might laugh or be morbidly curious about it. So what? By wearing that cage you are proudly displaying the fact that you are the property of a true Alpha Master like Moby. Out of all the faggots he could own, he chose YOU. Nobody else wears Master Moby’s chastity cage, so look at it like a wedding ring and be PROUD!
I love receiving experiences like this one. They go a long way to indisputably proving not only the TRUTH of Hierarchy, but also its INEVITABILITY. These are the roles we are meant to inhabit and fulfill. Even when we don’t understand why we do the things we do or why we love it, NATURE DOES!
As you are aware, a couple days before Valentine’s Day, Declan took me to a very nice fancy restaurant. He really made me feel special. We had decided not spend our day on February 14th and do it a couple days before. This would prevent the busy restaurants and the extra cost for going out on this day.
The next day, someone “bribed” my boyfriend and had me put in my place by kneeling and being used as a table for dinner. (The story can be found in a recent post on X.)
To summarize it, I was treated like a king one day, and then as his slave the next. He sure made me realize he loves me but then showed me that I’m also owned by him.
The following day, I woke up alone since he was gone to work. I woke up to roses by my pillow and rose pedals on the bed with a note:
“My dear Love, Enjoy this day and know you are loved by me and that you belong to me forever! You make my life better and I will be there for you.
Love D xxx”
I was excited and this made my morning!
Fast forward to me walking home from work, I had kept a gift bag at work and was walking home with it. I walked in and he greeted me with a great big hug and kiss. He was dressed up very nice. I was still at the entrance of our home and after he kissed me he grabbed my hair and directed to my knees. He said:
“Smell! Does it smell good? Pull my cock out and put my cock in your mouth.”
I unzipped and I had to be gentle when taking his cock out since it was hard as a rock. I placed it in my mouth and he hit my hands away. I immediately placed my hands behind my back and sucked him for about 5 minutes until he pulled out and walked away.
I got up and was told to shower and get ready. In my head I was excited and thought he had planned a surprise night out for us and was instantly hard in my chastity.
Once I got out of the shower, he met me in the washroom and kissed me and grabbed my hand and walked me in the room.
I’m naked and only wearing a chain around my neck, ankle and my cock is locked in my chastity. He was dressed up to go out and I asked.
“What would you like me to wear tonight Declan?”
Declan: “Oh babe you are fine naked”
Seconds later I was thrown in the cage and the door was locked with a zip tag that had a serial number on it. Confused, I asked “What’s going on?”
My view from in the cage.
Declan: “We still owe @BindMeTightly from X 12 hours of you in the cage and since we delayed it so much I thought he appreciate you being locked away on Valentine’s Day while I go out on a date.”
Me: “But it’s our day and who you going out with?”
As he is talking to me, he was opening my gift and saw that one of the gifts was a bottle of champagne. He got two glasses and pour each other some and handed me one through the bars of the cage.
Declan: “Cheers to you and me and our love!”
I drank my glass and he advised me that I would be locked in the cage for 12 hours and that he is going to meet a friend for dinner, drinks and a movie. He mentioned that his friend from Montreal arrived by train and wanted to spend the evening with him.
Declan: “I’m not locking the cage with a padlock for safety since I won’t be here. That means if the zip tag is tampered or broken I will be pissed and you will be punished because I will know since the tag has a serial number on it.”
He handed me a huge bottle of water, a McDonald’s bag of food that he hid from me earlier and a big jug to piss in if needed.
He made me kiss his cock through the bars and then spat on me and said “Have fun. I left a couple edibles in the McDonald’s bag for you to take if your bored.”
I spent the night watching movies on my phone. I believe I watched 3 movies on Netflix. I was so happy he left me food as I got the munchies later on from the weed edibles lol. He would text me often and check up on me but wouldn’t say much.
A picture that he sent of his meal.Declan sent me a pic of his date.
The text he sent me while I was caged:
“Do you recognize this large cock? I doubt it. You once told me that you assumed he had a huge cock since his bulge looked so big while wearing jeans. Well I can confirm with you that it is large and very juicy and you would have loved to have tasted it!
I spent some time looking at chats and trying to investigate the cock he sent in the pic but I didn’t have any luck. it was a mystery cock.
I must of fell a sleep and woke up at 8am. I looked around and saw that he was sleeping in the bed. My cage door was still shut but I tried to open it. He must of added the pad lock when he got home and I didn’t wake up to it.
A note was placed by the cage door:
“I had a great time yesterday. I hope you did to! Haha
I know your 12 hours was done at 6am but I decided I wanted you to stay caged. Don’t wake me up and be a good little f@ggot/boyfriend prisoner and shut up until I wake up.
I emptied your piss jar since it was almost full.
Love D”
By 9:45am, he got up and walked to me and said: “Suck my cock and then I let you out”.
I sucked his cock through the bars and before he blew his load he pulled out of my mouth and shot all over me and the cage. He walked away and took a shower and left me locked in the cage. Half an hour after his shower, he unlocked the door and told me to get him a coffee.
Later that morning we went out for breakfast and once we got home he said “I took some cialis yesterday and I’m still hard. Get your ass in bed and have it available for me as I’m going to fuck a load in you.”
I can’t explain how excited and fulfilled once I get his DNA fucked in me. I love it! I live for it!
I love my Alpha boyfriend!
I don’t know what happened that night with him and that guy but all I know is that he is happy and that makes me happy! I’m sure the other guy is also happy to have worshipped and spent the evening with my boyfriend:
True story. The end.
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Why is there an International Chastity Day? Who knows? Most likely it involves the Hierarchical principles of dominance and submission, and how truly recognized those principles are in the world.
Which leads to this question: if they recognize chastity worldwide, why not faggots??
Anyway, to celebrate International Chastity Day, you might consider buying one of the “Locked For Your Pleasure” shirts from the Hierarchy Store.
Several faggots have told me that wearing the shirt led to service opportunities!
Incredible custom contraption that Master Alecs (@masteralecDOM) has made to hold his faggot’s head in place to be fucked! The room is also soundproofed, so nobody will hear your cries.
