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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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Just read the wonderful account by Master Roger. Another good strategy to be firm without damaging faggots is creating a safe word. I’ve been with my fag boyfriend for 6 months now. He knows how I am and how I behave in bed. I expect nothing less than full submission at all times. However, I don’t want to harm him too much. So I told him that “Alaska” is our safe word. If he really needs me to stop rutting, he must say this word. And he has never done it! I think that many fags say “stop” or “I can’t take it” just as a natural reaction, but they don’t really mean it. I’d rather die than take a dick in my ass, the feeling of losing your manhood forever must be scary, so it’s normal to react this way, and my fag knows that I will stop if I need to but he also knows that his role is to take my dick, so when he says “stop, that’s too much” he is actually saying “please, show me the Man you are.” I believe this is a valuable tip for Alphas to train their faggots without abusing or hurting them but Master Roger’s strategy of saying that he’s close sounds brilliant too, I’ll use that with new fags from now on.

I hope Master Roger sends more updates. I’m 22, recently embraced my Alphahood and would be very helpful to follow the ideas of an older Master like him.

Master, thank you so much for writing to me! 

I’m glad you were so inspired by Master Roger’s recent post! I was, too! 

But I also love that you understand what you faggot means when it says, “stop that’s too much”. Lesser Men would stop, but Alphas like you understand that the faggot’s purpose is to endure for the sake of the Alpha’s pleasure! 

Master, I would love to know more about you and your story! Please tell me about how you discovered your Alphahood and embraced it, and also how you came to take ownership of your first faggot! My email is hierarchyuniversity@gmail.com. 

Thank you, Master! 

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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 alpha I’m serving likes for me to cum when serving him. I know that I am a faggot and fags don’t deserve to cum but I do it because he tells me to. He likes how tight my ass is and loves how tight I get when I cum. It’s confusing cumming when I know that I don’t deserve to. Do I keep obeying him? Do I lock myself up? I’m confused because he’s a dominant alpha in every aspect but this. He’ll blindfold me and spank me till my ass is red and I’m crying because of the pain and he uses me hard, both holes. He’s aggressive and dominant and I love that he gets enjoyment and pleasure from my body. I’m just confused because I’m pretty sure I should stop being allowed to cum and that he should take my cock away from me but he says cumming when I’m told is serving him so it doesn’t matter. What should I do?

Thank you for the question! 

Ultimately, our job as a faggot is to obey our Master, right? Who knows why he wants you to cum? I’ve heard Alphas (almost exclusively gay Alphas) say that they like to see their faggots cum because it lets them know the faggot loves pleasing him. Or that they’re such virile fuckers that the faggot cums while being fucked. It seems there is a different explanation for each Alpha.

All I can really say is DO NOT disobey his orders, and DO NOT lock yourself in chastity without his permission. 

I might suggest a viewpoint correction for you. Rather than looking at his demand as you receiving pleasure, look at it as him exerting control over you. You see how that subtle difference changes the dynamic? 

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