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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Kneeling for faggots can have several benefits, both for the faggot and its Alpha. Here are some of the most significant benefits:
Demonstrates respect: Kneeling is a way for the faggot to show their respect for its Alpha. It is a physical demonstration of their submission and their willingness to obey their dominant’s commands.
Enhances power exchange: Kneeling reinforces the power dynamic between the faggot and the Alpha. It can help the faggot to feel more submissive and the Alpha to feel more powerful.
Provides a sense of calm: Kneeling can be a meditative experience for the faggot. It allows them to focus on their submission and their connection to their Alpha, which can be calming and centering.
Deepens intimacy: Kneeling can deepen the intimacy between the faggot and the Alpha. It is a physical demonstration of trust and vulnerability, which can create a deeper emotional connection.
10 kneeling positions for faggots:
#1
This is the standard kneeling position. Get down on the floor and rest up on your knees. Rest your hands on your thighs. Kneel with your knees together. Keep your back straight. Head up. Eyes down.
#2
Repeat position #1 but, this time, rest your hands behind your head.
#3
Get down on the floor and rest up on your knees. Your knees should be spread apart and your hands crossed in front of your chest.
#4
Kneel up so that your body is perpendicular to the floor, the most weight will be directly on your knees. Your knees should be together and your hands crossed in front of your chest.
#5
Repeat position #4 but, this time, spread your knees wide and cross your hands on the chest.
#6
Kneel down rested on your calves. Place your knees together. Bend your toes under for support. Here you can experiment with different positions of the hands.
#7
Repeat position #6 but this time, spread your knees apart.
#8
Start by kneeling and then slide your body to the left or right (your preference) to sit on your bottom. Place a hand out for support, and another can rest on your thigh.
#9
Sit cross-legged on the floor. Keep your back straight. Head up. Eyes down. Hands behind your head.
#10
Kneel on your knees, spread your legs as wide as possible, put your feet together. Push your chest out. Put your head up. Keep your eyes down. Put your hands behind your head and your fingers locked.
Enhancing the Kneeling Experience with BDSM Accessories
Kneeling is a powerful act of submission, and the right BDSM accessories can enhance this experience, adding layers of complexity and intensity to the act. Integrating various accessories not only elevates the aesthetic appeal but also deepens the physical and psychological connection between the Alpha and faggot. Here are some essential BDSM accessories that can amplify the kneeling experience:
Collars & Leashes: Collars symbolize ownership and submission, making them a quintessential accessory for any faggot. When kneeling, wearing a collar can enhance the sense of being controlled and obedient. Adding a leash allows the Alpha to guide and position the fag, reinforcing the power dynamic and creating a visual representation of control.
Cuffs and Belts: Cuffs and belts are excellent for restraining a faggot in the kneeling position. Wrist and ankle cuffs can be connected to each other or to other bondage gear, limiting movement and ensuring the fag maintains the desired posture. Belts can be used to secure the fag’s torso or thighs, adding an extra layer of restriction and focus.
Masks & Blindfolds: Incorporating masks and blindfolds can heighten the sensory experience of kneeling. By depriving the faggot of sight, their other senses become more acute, making them more responsive to touch and sound. This sensory deprivation amplifies the fag’s sense of vulnerability and trust, deepening the submissive state.
Harnesses: Harnesses provide both aesthetic and functional benefits. They can accentuate the fag’s body and offer additional points for attachment. When a faggot is kneeling, a well-fitted harness can distribute pressure evenly, making prolonged kneeling more comfortable while still maintaining the desired posture.
Gags: Gags are another accessory that can intensify the sense of submission during kneeling. By limiting the fag’s ability to speak, gags enforce silence and compliance, reinforcing the Alpha’s control. This can make the act of kneeling feel even more profound and humbling.
FAQ
1. Is kneeling only for faggots in BDSM relationships?
Kneeling can be a way for anyone to show respect and submission to another person, but it is commonly used in BDSM relationships and power exchange dynamics.
2. Can a faggot kneel for someone who is not their Alpha?
Yes, a faggot can kneel for anyone they wish to show respect or submission to, regardless of whether they are their Alpha or not.
3. What if a faggot physically cannot kneel?
If a faggot is unable to kneel due to physical limitations, they can find alternative positions that still convey their respect and submission, such as bowing or standing in a submissive pose.
4. Is there a specific way to kneel for faggots?
There are different kneeling positions for faggots, but the most important aspect is that the faggot is comfortable and can maintain the position for an extended period.
5. Can an Alpha require their faggot to kneel?
In a consensual BDSM relationship, an Alpha and faggot may negotiate and agree on specific acts of submission, including kneeling. However, an Alpha should always respect their faggot’s limits and boundaries.
Kneeling is one of the simplest ways for a faggot to move an Alpha to take control. This works for both Alpha Masters as well as straight Alphas who are yet unaware of the possibility of ownership. So never hesitate to utilize kneeling as a way to offer yourself to any Alpha!
