It started off like any other night.
I had just finished cleaning the kitchen, countertops wiped down, floor spotless, everything ready for Sir Declan’s return. I thought I was done for the night.

Then I turned around.

He was standing there.
Before I could even say a word, I was pushed up against the wall. His hand pressed against my back, firm and steady, while the other grabbed my wrists and pulled them behind my back. The sharp sound of zip ties tightening filled the room.

Once he had full control, he didn’t say a word.
He led me to the couch, each step reminding me that I wasn’t in charge of anything anymore. He shoved me down into the cushions, adjusting me exactly how he wanted, bent forward, exposed, completely vulnerable. My shorts and underwear were yanked down in one motion. I could feel his breath close behind me.

The first smack landed hard.
Then another. And another. Each one heavier than the last until the heat on my ass turned into a deep, stinging burn. I could barely stay still, but the zip ties kept me from moving too much. When he was finally satisfied, he ran his hand over my skin, feeling the warmth and redness he caused.

But it wasn’t over.
He grabbed me by the collar of my shirt and dragged me to the bedroom. The cage door clanged open, zip ties cut and before I could even get a word out, he shoved me inside. My wrists were cuffed behind my back now, the cold steel replacing the zip ties. Then came the heavy collar, a solid steel band locked tight around my neck.

A padlock clicked, then another.
A chain ran from the top of the cage to my collar, locking me into a kneeling position. I could barely shift my weight without hearing the rattle of metal. My head hung low, my body trembling, the marks on my ass still throbbing.

I had no idea how long I’d be there.
Minutes felt like hours. Every sound in the house made me wonder if he was coming back or if he was just watching.

Thirty minutes later, I finally heard the keys.
The locks opened one by one. My wrists were freed. The collar came off. I was exhausted, red, and still shaking.

All I knew was that my ass had been punished and Sir Declan had gotten exactly what he wanted.

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Hi sam,

I’m a natural born faggot and have known this since middle school. I’m now in my late twenties. I worship the Superiority of Men and have a drive to serve them however I can.

The Alpha I’m most recently serving is in his mid-30s. Well-built. All Man. He knows what he wants and takes it – demands it. He’s the only Man I’ve served though where anytime he decides to destroy my pussy, it starts with a very intense spanking. Always bringing me to tears. It’s not some playful act. It’s PURE aggression. Sometimes he’ll use a belt but normally just his hands.

Once he has me sobbing or bawling, that’s the time he always takes me. A full rut without any other build up. It is such an emotional and intense experience as he’s slamming his thick cock into my pussy – ass sore and sensitive with every buck of his hips that smack into it. I’ve never experienced anything like it.

I usually stay emotional throughout the breeding as he doesn’t let up. There’s no time to calm myself.

He’s always having me wear lace panties and the like where he just pulls them aside so he can have access to my hole but without having to see my caged clit. He’s definitely very verbal in these situations. He lets me know how inferior I am with every word and thrust.

Afterwards, he almost always lets me lay on his chest (after I clean his dick with my mouth… sometimes he takes the moment to use me as a urinal as well). Then, I usually proactively make him a snack, prepare dinner or bring him a drink before he decides to dismiss me.

I leave feeling a mixture of emotions. I’m not sure if anyone else has this type of dynamic but was wondering if the ritual he employs is normal or acceptable? When I leave, I feel both fulfilled and like a total mess at the same time.

Maybe he’s just keeping me in my inferior place and showcasing his natural superiority? Or is it abusive?

All I know is that it can be really embarrassing to go to the gym the next day – having a red/bruised ass and a clit cage is quite humbling.

Your thoughts?

Thanks!

Hi brother! Thanks for writing! 

Your story is pretty intense! I can only imagine what it’s like to be basically attacked like that. It must be extremely painful and scary when this happens. 

Sometimes it’s hard to understand the needs of a Man because they are sometimes so radically different from us faggots. Alpha rage is a real phenomenon, and I’ve written about it here and there in an attempt to explain it … and also warn faggots about it. 

Sadly, many faggots seek this kind of rage out thinking it seems “hot” but suddenly find themselves in over their heads.

I can’t tell where you’re at with these attacks. It sounds like he’s really hurting you physically and emotionally, but you mention the fulfillment part of the experience as well. You seem concerned about its regularity, but you also sound like you wouldn’t trade it for something different. 

Here’s my take on it: yes, he’s abusing you (without cause) to some degree. You don’t deserve to be beaten every time he needs to fuck just because you’re his faggot. He may not be able to become sexually aroused without the violence aspect, which would also be troubling. 

But on the other hand, he’s fulfilling something in you, and leaving you “a total mess” might be exactly what he intends. He wants his rut and his breeding to leave impressions on you physically and emotionally. In some way, there isn’t anything wrong with that.

I can’t pass harsh judgement on your Master’s technique because he is providing you some aftercare. That’s important. By allowing you to decompress on his chest and work out your place through acts of service (like making a meal for him), you Master is providing some support after his assaults. If that wasn’t happening, I’d be much more concerned. 

I don’t think you have much to worry about. I’ve seen this kind of violence from powerful Alphas (Master Dino from FWA is an example of this) that morphed over time into something much deeper. So I’d stick with it for now and see where it leads.  

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