It’s a holiday today, and I’m home alone, tidying up before Declan gets back from work. Honestly, it sucks that he had to go in today—I was hoping we’d get to spend the day together. I didn’t expect him to come home on his lunch break, but he did. I had the music playing loud while I vacuumed and didn’t hear the door open.
Next thing I knew, he was behind me—his surprise made me yelp so loud I nearly dropped the vacuum. He just laughed and said with a smirk, “Good housewife, cleaning up while I’m out making money.”
Still catching my breath, I asked, “What are you doing home, babe?”
He leaned in close and replied, “There’s a new guy at work. Hot as hell. I’ve been hard all morning just looking at him. I came home to put on some tighter underwear—don’t need everyone noticing.”
Before I could reply, he took my hand and said, “Come with me.” There was a glint in his eye I knew all too well.
He led me to the room where he keeps the jail cell —our little shared secret. “Shhh,” he whispered. Then, with a slow, deliberate motion, he locked one end of a hinged cuff around my balls and the other to the cold iron bar. My hands followed, restrained together in front of me to the bars. I was now kneeling, unable to move without a very noticeable consequence. He took my phone and placed it near by and turned my camera on and said: “Use your watch and turn your camera on to film yourself if you want or don’t. I don’t care”
Declan stepped back smiling. “Move too much, and you’ll feel it,” he warned, brushing his hand down my cheek. “I’m going to the living room to watch some porn and blow a load. I might make a bit of a mess—something for you to deal with after I leave.”
I heard him walk off, and then the unmistakable sounds of moans and motion coming from the other room. I couldn’t move, couldn’t touch—only listen. Time slowed to a crawl. Ten minutes later, he returned, casually unfastened the cuffs, and with a satisfied tone said, “Clean the carpet before I get back,” he said, licking his thumb and brushing it across my bottom lip. “I left you something to remember me by.”
Seconds later, the door shut behind him.
I wish I could say I was strong enough to resist, but I didn’t even think to take a picture for all of you. I just cleaned it up… maybe a little more intimately than I should have as I admit I took a few licks.
Does that make me pathetic licking his cum from the carpet?
All I know is… I’m still aching for him.
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It’s been a couple of days since we arrived at the cottage.
I had settled into a routine, one that revolved around taking care of the men.
The men:
My boyfriend: Declan & his buddy: Rick
My daily routine included:
Waking up earlier than them and doing Rick’s morning chores, which included: Watering the grass, flowers, and plants, setting up the beach chairs, gathering fresh towels and cleaning the outdoor shower, preparing the coffee, picking up the beer cans and bottles around the firepit
Declan usually slept in, but Rick was up early, sitting quietly on the deck. When I saw him, I’d bring him his coffee and sit with him briefly before getting back to my chores. He’d sip his coffee, smoke his cigarettes, and watch me.
On the second morning, Rick said, “Declan is a lucky guy to have such an obedient boyfriend. You should be proud of yourself.”
I blushed. I was proud of myself.
Once Declan woke up, he’d join Rick on the deck. I made sure his coffee was ready and kept both their mugs topped up.
One of my additional tasks was applying suntanning oil to both of them. It was always a struggle doing Rick—his toned body made my chastity cage strain uncomfortably.
That day, Rick gave me a few extra tasks:
Carrying firewood to the pit, setting up a cooler full of beer and ice by the beach and laying out towels for tanning
I laid out three towels, but later noticed one had been removed and folded away. I guess that meant I wasn’t tanning with them today.
By 2 PM, the men were well into their drinks. I was allowed to join in and had a couple beers myself. While watering the grass, I saw them both approach. Declan kissed me gently—and while I was distracted, Rick grabbed my arm from behind.
Before I knew what was happening, they had me on the ground. I was lying on my stomach, confused, as they handcuffed my wrists behind my back.
Me: “What’s going on, guys? You know I’d comply willingly.”
Declan: “Be quiet, Zack.”
They lifted me to my feet and escorted me to a bushy area near the trees. One cuff was released only to reattach my arms—this time around the trunk of a tree. I was now kneeling, helpless, my hands secured around the bark.
Declan walked away. Rick crouched in front of me, looked me in the eye, then spat on my face.
Rick: “Your boyfriend and I want to enjoy some drinks and a book by the lake. If we hear a peep from you, I’ll stuff one of my dirty socks in your mouth and duct tape it shut.
Just relax. Enjoy nature. We’ll be watching from the lake.”
It was the first time Rick had ever asserted such dominance. I was stunned. Humiliated. And I couldn’t do a thing—just kneel there, his spit drying on my face.
What I didn’t know was that Declan had logged into my X account and posted:
“At a buddy’s cottage. Who wants me to cuff Zack, drag him into the woods, tie him fully naked to a tree and piss all over him while we drink in the sun? Maybe Rick adds his too. 😈
Hit up my throne if you want to make it happen. Just added: Cottage Soaking While Stored.”
@keyofkink—someone I regularly chat with—saw it. And apparently, he helped make Declan’s “wish” come true. (He requested I stay clothed)
An hour passed before Declan returned. He kissed me and said he loved me. Then he unzipped his shorts, pulled out his cock, and let loose.
He pissed all over me—face, shirt, shorts—everything soaked in his golden spray. Then, without a word, he walked away.
Thirty minutes later, still drenched and stinking of piss, Rick strolled over.
Me: “Any chance I could get something to drink? It’s hot. Maybe a water? Or beer?”
Rick smirked, then without a word, pulled out his cock.
It was thick, uncut, and glistening with pre-cum. He must have seen my jaw drop, because he laughed.
Rick: “Sure. Open up, urinal.”
I knew I wasn’t getting water. I opened my mouth. His sun-warmed cock slid in, and he held my head.
Rick: “Drink up.”
He pissed. I swallowed. As much as I could. Some of it spilled out, but I didn’t resist. He eventually stepped back and walked away.
And I stayed there, tied up, watching them lounge by the lake—laughing, drinking, being men.
This went on for hours. Occasionally, one would come piss on me again, or in me. At one point Rick came by and said:
Rick: “Declan’s napping. I told him I’d take care of you. Open up.”
I expected more piss. But once his cock slid into my mouth, it got hard—and stayed hard.
He didn’t say much. He just started thrusting. Slowly at first, then more forcefully.
He used my throat like a toy. I gagged at first, but eventually my body adjusted. He fucked my face for about twenty minutes, until he came hard down my throat.
He pulled out and looked at me.
Rick: “Here’s a towel. I’m removing the cuffs. Strip—get naked.”
I obeyed. Standing naked in front of him, he looked down and burst out laughing.
Rick: “What the fuck is that? Declan never told me your cock’s locked.”
Me: “He didn’t do it for this trip. I’ve been locked for over 330 days. I haven’t seen or touched my cock in almost a year.”
He cuffed my hands in front and pointed to the shower.
Rick: “Go clean up. You’re barbecuing after.”
As I turned to leave, towel in hand, he called after me:
Rick: “Excuse me?! Aren’t you going to thank me for my load?”
I turned, dropped to my knees, kissed his feet.
Me: “Thank you. Your seed was amazing—it’ll give me energy to serve you both later.”
Rick: “That’s hot. Okay—go.”
True story… the end
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As you are aware, a couple days before Valentine’s Day, Declan took me to a very nice fancy restaurant. He really made me feel special. We had decided not spend our day on February 14th and do it a couple days before. This would prevent the busy restaurants and the extra cost for going out on this day.
The next day, someone “bribed” my boyfriend and had me put in my place by kneeling and being used as a table for dinner. (The story can be found in a recent post on X.)
To summarize it, I was treated like a king one day, and then as his slave the next. He sure made me realize he loves me but then showed me that I’m also owned by him.
The following day, I woke up alone since he was gone to work. I woke up to roses by my pillow and rose pedals on the bed with a note:
“My dear Love, Enjoy this day and know you are loved by me and that you belong to me forever! You make my life better and I will be there for you.
Love D xxx”
I was excited and this made my morning!
Fast forward to me walking home from work, I had kept a gift bag at work and was walking home with it. I walked in and he greeted me with a great big hug and kiss. He was dressed up very nice. I was still at the entrance of our home and after he kissed me he grabbed my hair and directed to my knees. He said:
“Smell! Does it smell good? Pull my cock out and put my cock in your mouth.”
I unzipped and I had to be gentle when taking his cock out since it was hard as a rock. I placed it in my mouth and he hit my hands away. I immediately placed my hands behind my back and sucked him for about 5 minutes until he pulled out and walked away.
I got up and was told to shower and get ready. In my head I was excited and thought he had planned a surprise night out for us and was instantly hard in my chastity.
Once I got out of the shower, he met me in the washroom and kissed me and grabbed my hand and walked me in the room.
I’m naked and only wearing a chain around my neck, ankle and my cock is locked in my chastity. He was dressed up to go out and I asked.
“What would you like me to wear tonight Declan?”
Declan: “Oh babe you are fine naked”
Seconds later I was thrown in the cage and the door was locked with a zip tag that had a serial number on it. Confused, I asked “What’s going on?”
My view from in the cage.
Declan: “We still owe @BindMeTightly from X 12 hours of you in the cage and since we delayed it so much I thought he appreciate you being locked away on Valentine’s Day while I go out on a date.”
Me: “But it’s our day and who you going out with?”
As he is talking to me, he was opening my gift and saw that one of the gifts was a bottle of champagne. He got two glasses and pour each other some and handed me one through the bars of the cage.
Declan: “Cheers to you and me and our love!”
I drank my glass and he advised me that I would be locked in the cage for 12 hours and that he is going to meet a friend for dinner, drinks and a movie. He mentioned that his friend from Montreal arrived by train and wanted to spend the evening with him.
Declan: “I’m not locking the cage with a padlock for safety since I won’t be here. That means if the zip tag is tampered or broken I will be pissed and you will be punished because I will know since the tag has a serial number on it.”
He handed me a huge bottle of water, a McDonald’s bag of food that he hid from me earlier and a big jug to piss in if needed.
He made me kiss his cock through the bars and then spat on me and said “Have fun. I left a couple edibles in the McDonald’s bag for you to take if your bored.”
I spent the night watching movies on my phone. I believe I watched 3 movies on Netflix. I was so happy he left me food as I got the munchies later on from the weed edibles lol. He would text me often and check up on me but wouldn’t say much.
A picture that he sent of his meal.Declan sent me a pic of his date.
The text he sent me while I was caged:
“Do you recognize this large cock? I doubt it. You once told me that you assumed he had a huge cock since his bulge looked so big while wearing jeans. Well I can confirm with you that it is large and very juicy and you would have loved to have tasted it!
I spent some time looking at chats and trying to investigate the cock he sent in the pic but I didn’t have any luck. it was a mystery cock.
I must of fell a sleep and woke up at 8am. I looked around and saw that he was sleeping in the bed. My cage door was still shut but I tried to open it. He must of added the pad lock when he got home and I didn’t wake up to it.
A note was placed by the cage door:
“I had a great time yesterday. I hope you did to! Haha
I know your 12 hours was done at 6am but I decided I wanted you to stay caged. Don’t wake me up and be a good little f@ggot/boyfriend prisoner and shut up until I wake up.
I emptied your piss jar since it was almost full.
Love D”
By 9:45am, he got up and walked to me and said: “Suck my cock and then I let you out”.
I sucked his cock through the bars and before he blew his load he pulled out of my mouth and shot all over me and the cage. He walked away and took a shower and left me locked in the cage. Half an hour after his shower, he unlocked the door and told me to get him a coffee.
Later that morning we went out for breakfast and once we got home he said “I took some cialis yesterday and I’m still hard. Get your ass in bed and have it available for me as I’m going to fuck a load in you.”
I can’t explain how excited and fulfilled once I get his DNA fucked in me. I love it! I live for it!
I love my Alpha boyfriend!
I don’t know what happened that night with him and that guy but all I know is that he is happy and that makes me happy! I’m sure the other guy is also happy to have worshipped and spent the evening with my boyfriend:
True story. The end.
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Subspace is one of those aspects of the Dom/sub experience that few people truly understand, and even fewer appreciate its power. It’s the power source at the center of Hierarchical exchanges. Without subspace, there would be no ability for a Dominant to overpower and control a submissive, to break into their minds, or help them achieve a sense of purpose in service.
One Alpha recently compared subspace to hypnosis, and the comparison is apt. Like hypnosis, bringing a submissive into subspace involves control and skill, but also great responsibility. In deeper levels of subspace a submissive’s mind and heart unlock, its resistance fades, and many things thought unimaginable become possible.
If I sound a little mystical about subspace, it’s for good reason. Mishandled subspace has led to broken and destroyed lives. On the other hand, carefully nurtured subspace can lead to tremendous fulfillment.
Subspace is a metaphor for the state the submissive’s minds and bodies are in during a deeply involving play scene. Many types of BDSM play invoke strong physical responses. The mental aspect of BDSM also causes many submissives to mentally separate themselves from their environment as they process the experience. Deep subspace is often characterized as a state of deep recession and incoherence. Deep subspace may also cause a danger in newer submissives who are unfamiliar with the experience, and require the dominant to keep a careful watch to ensure the submissive isn’t placing him or herself in danger. Many submissives require aftercare.
Notice the disassociative quality of subspace, this disconnection of the mind from the body. This is caused by a very natural process in the body ordinarily triggered by dangerous circumstances.
WHY DOES SUBSPACE OCCUR?
When a human being is confronted by some dramatic or traumatic moment, the body releases chemicals into the blood stream as part of a process known as the “fight or flight” response. Endorphins and enkephalins are dumped into the bloodstream, producing a weightless, out-of-body rush of pleasure. This can last for hours afterward.
This dump of endorphins can occur during pleasurable-but-taxing sexual experiences such as being fucked or sucking dick just as easily as it can during violent and aggressive situations like rape.
THE EFFECTS OF SUBSPACE
It’s the “fight or flight” response shielding that allows faggots (who are extremely submissive males) to perform tremendous (and occasionally shocking and extreme) acts of service. While in “fight or flight”-induced subspace faggots are extremely open to suggestion and will often mindlessly do things that they might never do in their everyday life.
More from the definition of subspace above:
Producing a sort of trance-like state due to the increase of hormones and chemicals, the submissive starts to feel out-of-body, detached from reality, and as the high comes down, and the parasympathetic nervous system kicks in, a deep exhaustion, as well as incoherence. Many submissives once reaching a height of subspace will lose all sensation of pain, as any stimulus causes the period to prolong.
This detachment from reality allows subs and faggots to go much farther in risky behaviors. We see this extreme behavior quite readily in findom. Faggots deep in subspace have surrendered many thousands of dollars in financial drains to online Alphas, only to regret it once they snap out of it.
HOW CAN WE DEFINE “PERPETUAL SUBSPACE”?
I’ve been owned multiple times in my life, including a few stints as a live-in faggot. To accomplish this, I had to get into a state I call “perpetual subspace” (another term could be “persistent subspace”). It’s sort of a low-level, neverending state of subspace in which the faggot is on a constant high due to even the most mundane of tasks (like doing the dishes, or cleaning a bathroom). The faggot’s Master is never far from the faggot’s mind during the course of every day while in perpetual subspace. Everything the faggot does goes to honor its Master.
I liken perpetual subspace to a type of white noise that drives a faggot forward in constant service to its Owner. Think of it in the same terms as listening to the sound of rain or other types of background noise in order to fall asleep. Perpetual subspace is that low-level hum by which the faggot accomplishes much in service.
PERPETUAL SUBSPACE – THE IDEAL STATE
Whenever I was owned in my life and in a state of perpetual subspace, I felt comforted and at peace. My worries were few since my Master took care of me and all I truly focused on were the tasks that my Master expected me to accomplish. Regardless of how menial they were, each task brought me satisfaction because I knew it was pleasing to my Master.
It was easy to keep me in perpetual subspace once it began. My Master running his fingers through my hair and telling me I was a “good boy” or a “good faggot” was enough to sustain the state in me for weeks. Sexual service/worship sessions were obviously part of that as well. All of these stimuli combined to keep me under perpetual subspace, a state that allowed me to accomplish a lot in service, as well as remain pliable to suggestions when my Master wanted to share me with his friends or make me do things I might not ordinarily do (piss drinking and ass licking experiences started under perpetual subspace of a Master).
For Alphas and Masters, perpetual subspace should be the goal. It is the ultimate level of power, for you hold the total life of the faggot under your control.
Declan took me out to the pub yesterday and had many drinks. Ordered me to go to the washroom and video myself pissing in the urinal. A guy walked in and said:
“Hey sexy, need me to take your phone and video you pissing Sir?”
I had one hand on my phone and one holding my pants and didn’t have time to hide or move. He peaked over and said
“Oh fuck!!! I fucking thought you were a dominant guy.” He laughed and left I guess he only came to flirt and try to hook up in the washroom.
After I washed my hands I went back to the table and the guy bought Declan a beer. I walked over embarrassed and he said:
“Hey boy, I bought your man a beer, why don’t you go have a smoke and come back once the men finish talking”
I looked at Declan and he said “Go boy!”
Once I came back, Declan was alone and I asked what happened.
“He loved that you were locked. He thought I was your sub. He was asking me if I would lend you out one day. I took his number and will message him this weekend. He drinks Budweiser, go buy him a beer and let him know it’s from me.”
I walked over with a beer and handed to him and his buddy said: “next time don’t forget my beer boy”
Oh man I was humiliated. Being at the bar and being watched by that group of guys. Outing me that I was owned and cock locked.
This weekend, Declan (My Dom boyfriend) went online and posted that he wanted people to visit his Wishlist on Amazon and throne. If people shopped around and purchased things for him that he would take a “Me day” which would include tying me up for the evening and being left alone while he keeps me stored away.
It was Saturday and I had worked a very long tough week at work and was excited about my Saturday night. Once again I was relying on my followers to make the decision of what was going to happen to me. I hated that since my followers tend to want me to suffer. Lol
I did some shopping and arrived home. I wasn’t sure if I would be able to pour myself a glass of wine or if I would be grabbed from behind and tied up.
Everything was normal and for a brief moment I thought Declan had forgot about it all. He already had a beer in his hand and I decided to pour myself a glass of wine.
He left to the washroom and moments later I heard:
“Babe can you come give me a hand for a second?”
I got up and rushed over to see what he needed a hand with when he jumped out from behind the door and yelled out:
“GET ON YOUR KNEES NOW!!!”
I was not expecting this and was shocked and immediately got on my knees.
“Put your hands behind your back!”
I hesitated but with a quick punch in the arm I complied and placed my hands behind my back. He locked a pair of handcuffs on me and grabbed my arm and guided me up.
“No more talking, you need to shut up or things will get bad for you. You can blame all your fans on X and on my blue for this.”
He took me to the dinning room and had me sit on a chair. He placed my arms and hands behind the chair and attached another pair of cuffed from the chair onto me. I now had no way to escape.
“I’m going to gag you but before I do is there anything you need to tell me?”
Me: “Please Declan, it’s Saturday and let’s hang”
Declan: “As I said, your followers bought me gifts and now I’m obligated to keep you stored away all night.”
As he was saying that, I heard the sound of duct tape behind me and he shoved a dirty sock in my mouth. He wrapped duct taped on my mouth but continued to unroll it a few times around my head. A bandana placed around my eyes and a pillow case was now placed on my head. I no longer can speak or see anything.
He didn’t stop as he took ropes and wrapped it around my body to the chair.
I am sitting there and tried to move but with my wrist tied behind my chair and attached to the chair, I was helpless and I knew I wasn’t going to be let out anytime soon.
Later, I can hear in the other room that he was watching porn. I honestly was getting hard knowing he was hard and probably jerking off.
“Ding dong” the door bell rang and I heard footsteps running to the door.
A quiet whisper: “Quiet, I tied my boyfriend in the other room.”
Everything went quiet and then I yell out a moan since someone lifted my shirt and was playing with my nipples and then it stopped. Moments later I heard the bedroom door shut.
Music was playing so I wasn’t able to hear nothing. About an hour later I heard the door open and close and then Declan came by and asked me if I was ok. I nodded that I was ok.
Now that the guy left he decided to play video games and he did for a couple hours.
An uber delivery dropped off food. He was enjoying his night without me and doing what he liked.
Hours later the door bell rang again and I heard Declan say:
“Let’s go to the room. You suck me and then ass promised you can have him.”
Have him? Not sure what that meant until I heard the music got louder as the door oppened. I was untied from the chair and was taken to the bedroom where I was pushed to the bed leaning on my stomach. My feet were still on the ground. Pants were pushed down to my ankles and I heard someone spit on my hole before a cock was entered in my ass. It didn’t take long before the loud moaning and I felt shots of cum shoot in my ass.
Did Declan just whore me out to someone that just came by to suck him off?!?
I was left leaning on the bed and the guy must of left . I had no clue what was happening. Was hoping to be released but I heard the shower running and Declan was not in the room anymore. He came back later but not to release me, he pulled me onto the bed, attached shackles to my feet and put me in a hogtied position. That’s where I was left for a while until he came back and untied me and said: “Lay on your stomach and don’t move, you are already lubed up with cum so no need for lube.” (He untied me)
He fucked me and this time it was a long lasting fuck. I still wasn’t able to speak since I was naked but I still had my mouth gagged with duct tape.
As I’m laying there I realize how much of an object I was and how I am his property. I was so horny and all of a sudden my cock started to erupt and shots of cum was shooting out of my chastity. Declan realized what was happened as my ass tighten and was moaning and he instantly pulled out and blew his load in my ass. He got up and told me to put the sheets in the washing machine since I made a mess with my cum.
Yes I shot a huge load while his cock was fucking me hard and it was amazing!
I stripped the bed sheets and got it in the washing machine and then went to the living room and massaged his feet with lotion.
Declan: “I think I am going to get your fans to decide what to do with you more often. They do tend to like me more than you.”
To this day, I still don’t know who came over to service my boyfriend and who breeded my ass with his seed. All he said is that we hung out with the guy once and I mentioned he was “hot as fuck”, but I say that a lot. Lol
True story… the end
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In part 1 of my story, Declan surprised me with a trip to Paris. Go find that story and read it before this one. We spent days being a tourist in the great city of Paris. Many hot boys carrying baguettes. lol
One night after a long day checking out many sites, Declan decided that we would go to the gay area and have some drinks.
What we noticed is almost all bars were very small and crammed with so many men.
Once they heard our voice they all knew we were new meat in town. The American accent got many of the French boys hard and horny. We were being welcomed by many.
Later in the evening at our last bar, Declan went to get a round of drinks and I was just standing by a table. This young guy, I would say he was about 30 years old. He was wearing jeans and I white tshirt. You can see he was very built. He came up to me and said:
“You must be Zack correct?”
I was very confused and said yes.
“I been checking you out and my boyfriend and I had a quick chat with Declan. We made an arrangement that all four of us will be hanging out for a while and that you will belong to me and he will have my man. So here I am.”
I was shocked and looked for Declan and saw that he was making out with a guy.
Seconds later Brian (the guy with me) grabbed my head and started to make out with me. His tongue was all in my mouth.
As we stopped kissing, he spat on my face and told me to follow him to his table. I grabbed my drink, wiped my face and followed him to find both our boyfriends still making out. We were in a corner where it was a bit private but no one cared if people watched. Before we sat down, Brian said:
“Put your hand in my jeans and check what you are doing to me.”
His cock was hard and wet of precum. Now I was getting very horny. He did the same and put his hand out and laughed his head off and told his boyfriend to quickly put his hand in my pants. He did and also laughed.
As I write this, today is day 208 locked in chastity.
“Oh Declan, you weren’t lying about him being your bitch!”
Brian took my hand and dragged me into the washroom. It was a private washroom and he shut the door.
“Pull your pants down and kneel in front of me”
He unzipped and pulled his large uncut cock and placed it in my mouth.
“I don’t want you to do anything. Just stay kneeling and mouth open”
He took a good grip at my hair and started to fuck my throat. Deep and slow and then moments later deep and hard. I was gagging at the beginning but then got used to his cock penetrating in and out of my throat.
His moaning was getting louder and he pulled out and shot a load on my beard and then shoved his cock back in my throat. He continued to shoot shots down my throat.
He zipped back up and rubbed the cum from my beard all over.
“No cleaning, let’s go back to join our boys”
We walked back, embarrassed of having French semen on my beard.
Declan: “Is that cum on your beard Zack?”
Brian: “Yes I shot once on his face and then the rest is in his stomach. I think he looks good with my semen on his face don’t you boys?”
Declan: “Ya it suits him. Ok our turn but you’re getting it in your ass!” They walked away.
I was humiliated but at the same time Brian and Declan looked so proud of me which made me happy to have obeyed and serviced the guy.
Once again I was alone with Brian, chatted about life in Canada comparing from his life.
29 minutes later, Declan was back with that guy and we had some shots and another drink before we kissed them goodbye and went to our hotel.
We stopped at a store and got ourselves a baguette and cheese and rushed to our room as it was very cold that night.
We had a snack and then Declan said: “Ok, lay on your stomach, I need to shoot another load. that guy was hot.”
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It started with a gentle cuddle by Declan wrapping himself around me which I thought would be a gentle cuddle before he got ready for work.
What I wasn’t expecting is a cock to be rammed in my ass so quickly. I screamed out from being surprised.
He had grabbed one of my wrist and placed my arm behind my back to keep me from pushing him off and his other hand was now wrapped around my mouth muffling my sounds.
I found out that he had only spit on his cock which made the pounding of his hard cock in my ass hurt like hell.
“Don’t worry babe, I know it might hurt but I’m almost done! My load will sooth your ass momentarily.”
Shortly after he had said that, his semen was shooting in my ass giving me some relief.
He pulled out quickly and slapped my ass and said:
“I’m late for work, see you tonight f*g”
(I don’t think he ever called me that before but strangely it got me so hard in my chastity)
Now I’m working from home so horny! I’m literally sitting my at my desk with my locked cock and collar around my neck precuming so much.
It’s day 202 locked in chastity by my boyfriend Declan.
It’s moments like this morning that I realize why I’m locked and controlled… allowing me to worship this amazing man that deserves my holes at anytime without my say.
I seriously love it when he takes what he wants and when he wants.
Few phrases uttered by Alphas cause such intense feelings of submission and devotion in faggots like simply saying “Good Boy”. Why is this?
The phrase is commonly used by pet owners as a way to reward/encourage good behaviors in their animals. You rub the head of your dog and say “good boy!” and the dog’s tail wags excitedly because it knows it pleased its Master.
The illustration is appropriate. Faggots are very much like dogs to Alphas.
Whenever an Alpha assigns a faggot a task, it is like an Owner demanding that his dog “sit” or “stay” or “heel”. And like any dog Owner, an Alpha expects his faggot to obey. When the faggot does obey or even exceeds expectations, it’s appropriate to tell the faggot “good boy”. This reinforces good behavior while simultaneously diminishing the faggot and relegating it to a status like a kept animal.
It’s important to reinforce a faggot’s inferior state. If a faggot isn’t constantly reminded of its inferiority, then it eventually loses focus and begins to resist training. Telling a faggot “good boy” is an affectionate, encouraging way to reinforce its inferiority.
Any Alphas I’ve ever interviewed have always told me the same thing, that telling their faggots “good boy” makes their faggots serve with much more enthusiasm and dedication. They see their faggots light up when they’re called by that phrase.
Of course, an Alpha can get the same effect on a faggot by saying “good faggot”, but “good boy” has an additional layer of affection that endears an Alpha to his faggot, bonding them in a more personal way. Some Alphas may not want a close relationship of that type with their faggots, so I’d recommend that they steer clear of saying “good boy” to them.
But to the Alphas who would like a stronger emotional hold on their faggots, the term “good boy” is the best of both worlds; it properly diminishes the faggot while rewarding it with attention.
Just like a pet dog.
(By the way, I made the graphic above and put it on a tee-shirt. It would look good on a lot of good faggots out there! You can check it out and buy it by CLICKING HERE!)
