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Listen, libtard, you didn’t seem to mind my disregard for norms last night when I took you out of the party, into the alley, and then sent you back in 10 minutes later with my load dripping down your leg as you tried to continue with small talk and networking. You had no problem with that display of power over norms last night, and I expect the same from you here.

Republican Dom. Lick the bottom of those shoes, faggots!

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Yesterday @latinotopadventures wrote to me and knew I was submissive. We got chatting and he took control, but I also felt at ease. Before I knew it, I’m sending him $40 while I’m getting ready for work. I have NEVER sent anyone money online before, but I just felt at ease with him, and it felt right. I love how he calls me faggot and degrades me for having a small penis. He made me take photos of myself naked while I was at work as well, on my knees in the bathroom. I felt so degraded but so good and excited at the same time.

This morning I sent him another $25 because I woke up and just wanted him to degrade me. I am hard just thinking about him and writing this.

Frohe Ostern euch allen. Nach mehrfachen Nachfragen: Hier auch mal Bilder von mir, dem Master. 

“Now tell me. Why the fuck were you smelling my underwear?” I asked. You looked at me with a frozen glare. “Are you a faggot? You’re a fucking queer?” Your heart beat intensely as your deepest desires were exposed. You were hoping I wouldn’t beat you up. “I knew it. You’re a fucking faggot. Get my cock out and start sucking it.”

You just stared back. No reaction. No break. You thought of your girlfriend. You were confused. You loved girls, but liked guys too. You never planned to act on it though.

Now that you’re caged, naked and shaved, I have a surprise in the next room.

Remember you told me about that bully in school that calls you “faggot,” made fun of your tiny dick in the showers, and made you lick his shoes in front of everybody?

Well I ran into him at the gym. He’s a great kid so we worked out together. I told him that he was right, and you are a faggot. I showed him this pics of you in chastity sitting on that big dildo. He laughed his head off.

He’s a lot like me at his age, an unfocused Dominant. He doesn’t know how to channel his energy to properly use a faggot, so I offered to bring him here and train him. Yeah funny huh? Your old bully is now going to be using you for real, under my supervision of course.

So go out there…yes go out there…on your hands and knees, and kiss and lick your new Jr. Dominant’s feet. You better make me proud or you’ll be sorry.

Bewitching the Boy (Part 1)

“The fuck you lookin’ at?”

He was sat in the trunk of his car, clad in tiny shorts that rode up around his crotch. A body sculpted like a statue, chocolate gleaming in the sun. The perfect male triangle shape that so many yearned for, massive shoulders above a tiny waist, radiating strength and fertility to everyone around. His pecs were firm and bulbous, hanging over his flat stomach like ripened melons. His arms were big and powerful, covered with veins that supplied the ever-growing muscles. His legs, bare and stretched out before me, looked thick and supple like those of a sprinter. From head to toe, the boy was beautiful.

“Yo! Didn’t you hear me?”

His feet were bare, too - judging by the pair on the ground, he was changing into running shoes, determined to do his cardio on a sunny day like this. We were alone in a parking lot by the woods, just outside of town. I had seen him round here before.

“You’ve got a great rack,” I said, unaffected by his attempts at intimidating me. “I bet you drive all the boys wild with tits like those.”

Furious, the stud jumped up, fists clenched and ready to strike. It was amusing. He came up close to me, trying to get me to back off, snorting like a raging bull. His angry face hovered just an inch in front of mine.

“The fuck did you just say, faggot? Are you looking for a one-way trip to the hospital, or something?”

I couldn’t help but grin. Such a feisty young buck, so used to coming out on top. It was hard to blame him, really. With a body like his, the world was always at his feet. Men respected his physique, women swooned over his perfect looks. Dominance came natural to him. The boy was an alpha, born and bred - but today, he would learn that there were forces in this world much greater than him. Forces that could make alphas fall from grace in the blink of an eye.

I placed my hand on his neck, and stared into those angry eyes. “Easy, boy. Easy. I’m simply admiring your body. That’s what it was made for, wasn’t it?”

He frowned, ready to lash out - but no words came from his tongue. The stud just stood there, staring at me. Angry. Confused. My hand still on his neck. His beefy chest rose and fell, brushing against my shirt with every inhalation. I felt his heartbeat in my palm.

“Relax.”

Despite his fury, despite his wish to punch me, the boy did as I said. His fists unclenched, his muscles relaxed, and the angry frown on his face turned into a frown of pure confusion. I put my other hand on his shoulder, and started stroking up and down.

“D-don’t fucking touch me,” he growled. But there was no action to back up his threat. I gave his chiseled deltoid a little squeeze, and he let me. I traced the lines of his neck, his jaw, his chin, and he just stood there, immobile. His skin was warm and smooth at the touch.

With one hand on his throat, I lifted his arm up with the other. Immediately, a strong mixture of musk and sweat hit my nose. I squeezed his bicep, massaged his forearm, and bent his limb however I wanted. The hunk had no idea why he was allowing this - all he could do was stand there, staring at me, eyes gradually filling with fear the longer I touched him.

I grabbed both his arms, put them up in the way that boys would normally show off their guns, and told him to flex. With a groan of frustration, he obeyed. I was playing him like a puppet, making him feel objectified and powerless, asserting my dominance over his body in the easiest way. Taking the thing that made him the most confident - his muscles - and using them to humiliate him instead.

“Let’s have a look at these tits of yours,” I said, taking two handfuls of his juicy pecs. “My God. You must’ve done an awful lot of chest days. It’s almost as if you wanted to become a girl, with these jugs.”

I buried my fingers in the solid muscle mass, and squeezed. Damn, these felt good. I’d had overactive benchers before, all guys obsessed with growing the biggest pecs, but these titties were unlike any I’d ever had in my hands. I squashed them, pushed them up and down, loving the groans that rose from the boy as I manhandled his muscular chest.

“You must be proud of these boobies, big boy.”

“F-fuck you,” he spat, “They’re pecs. Not boobs. And stop fucking touching me, or I’m gonna-”

“Sshh….” I shushed him, and his sentence faltered. I stuck my hands under his arms, soaking them in his sweaty pits, and pushed him back into the trunk of his car. He wanted to scream at me, break every bone in my body and bury me in the woods - but his body was no longer his own. He just sat there, staring up at me like a scared little pup, and I pushed a sweat-drenched finger onto his plump lips.

“Open,” I ordered, when he refused to let my finger in. The boy was fighting, I knew, desperately trying to stay in control - but it was like a beetle fighting an elephant. My voice, my touch: everything was breaking down his mind without remorse. The young alpha had no way to defend himself. Soon enough, he opened his lips, and I let him taste the salty moisture of his armpits. 

“There’s a good boy,” I said, playing with his tongue. I could already tell how good those lips were going to feel around another body part of mine. “You must be pretty confused by now, huh? Wondering why you’re feeling so weak… why you’re letting another man play with you… it must be tough to handle.”

The stud couldn’t respond, of course - but his eyes were saying enough. He was afraid, humiliated, angry and confused. Never in his life had he let another man intimidate him, let alone embarrass him; but now, he was forced to taste his own sweat on my fingers.

I grinned, let my digits slip out of his mouth, and started circling his nipples with both hands.

“Some call it hypnosis. Others prefer it as mind control, witchcraft, hexing, whatever you wanna call it. I like to see it as puppeteering,” I said, teasing his perky nips. “For me, the strings were already there, see. All I had to do was walk up to you, take the strings I want, and hold them in my hand. Just like that, I get to control a gorgeous puppet like yourself.”

A soft moan escaped his lips. I was rubbing and tweaking his teats, making his muscular body shudder and shiver with every motion. There was barely anything I needed to do; he was so young, so full of hormones and testosterone - every last cell of him wanted to spread his seed.

“S… t-top…” he managed to growl, while I watched his bulge spring up. A thick, large shape, stretching the fabric of his tiny shorts. The hunk was clearly very well-endowed.

“There’s no point in fighting, melon-tits. I know your body better than you do. I know where you’re sensitive, I know what thoughts are rushing through your peanut brain, I know your every instinct. And right now, the only instinct you have is to shoot a nice, big fat load for your new Master.”

He was clutching the car, breathing heavier and heavier. Every little touch sent another shockwave through his nerves, traveling down into his groin. I spat on his chest and used the spit to lube up his hardened nipples some more. Fuck, he was easy. We had only just started, and he was already humping the air. Those titties seemed to be as sensitive as they were big.

I felt him trying to move his hand, clearly longing for a touch on his crotch, but I wouldn’t let him. He was only allowed to sit there and be pretty while I played with his boobs.

“Uughh… unghh…” the stud groaned, twitching weakly. He was so close, I felt it, like a dam in his loins about to burst. Like a balloon about to pop, filled with his sweet, salty, thick, goopy sperm… hmm…. closer….. even closer….. so fucking close now…..

And then - a car.

A black Toyota pulled up into the parking lot. It caught the both of us off guard, causing my focus to waver for a second. The boy saw his chance and angrily pushed me off, momentarily freed from my grip. Swiftly, before he could jump up and shout for help, I looked into his eyes and compelled him to stay quiet.

“Careful, tiger,” I hissed, “You don’t want to piss me off.”

I stood next to him, my hand on his head, and waited for the car to park. The door opened, and a scrawny, visibly gay man stepped out. He had seen us, clearly; as he walked toward the woods, he stole an embarrassed glance at my stud, unable to resist such beauty. Then he quickly hurried off as though we had caught him in a crime.

“Hey, you,” I said, watching him freeze at the sound of my voice, “Yeah, you. Get back here.”

Hesitantly, the guy turned around. There was no reason for him to listen to me - I wasn’t manipulating him in any way - but I guess he just really wanted to take another look at the half-naked muscle boy beside me. I couldn’t blame him.

“It’s alright. Have a good look,” I said, grabbing my stud’s chin. “Come closer - yeah, it’s okay, this one’s not gonna do anything. In fact, he likes it when others admire his body.”

I nodded toward the ever-obvious boner in the hunk’s shorts. The man stared in wonderment, smiling tentatively at the sight of all those muscles. He let his eyes roam every single inch of that chocolate body, from the handsome face to the bare toes. For the first time in his life, the guy could check out a straight beefcake without having to worry about getting caught.

“He’s very beautiful,” the man told me.

I chuckled, stroking my boy’s head. Somewhere inside that skull, he was raging like never before, completely furious and humiliated. But there was nothing he could do. I controlled his perfect body now - and he was left to watch the world behind a screen.

“What would you like to do with him?” I asked the guy. By the look on his face, this was too much of a dream come true for him to give a coherent answer. He wanted everything, everything and more, turning my stud into the subject of every single dirty fantasy he’d ever had. Amused, I beckoned him over.

“Why don’t you smell his crotch, for a start,” I suggested. “Smell what a muscle boy really smells like. Bury your nose in his bulge.”

It was evident I was hitting pretty much every string at once. “H-he wants that?” the man stammered, pale with excitement.

I shrugged. “Don’t worry about what he wants. Today, he is just an attraction, and I’m giving you a free ticket. Do you want it, or not?”

Of course he did. Visibly overwhelmed by the situation, the guy got down to his knees. He placed his hands on my hunk’s warm thighs - shuddered slightly with anticipation - then brought his head forward and nuzzled the bulging crotch. A gasp escaped his lips as the musky scent entered his nostrils. Like a pig, he started sniffing as hard as he could, really pushing his nose up against the boy’s dick to get as many pheromones as possible. He started licking the sweaty fabric, sucking on the bulge with no shame, spreading the stud’s legs a little to make sure he could reach every nook and cranny.

Me and the muscle boy watched as the newcomer went to town. Me, grinning widely - the boy inwardly screaming in fury.

“Take off his shorts. Leave his underwear on, for now.”

Eagerly, the guy obeyed. Soon enough, my slut was sat in only his Calvin Kleins. We could now fully see the outline of his boner, complete with a precum stain at the tip and a fat sack underneath. If the scrawny man had been hungry before, now he was ravenous; he licked the cucumber shape with the fervor of a dog, moaning softly as he soaked the boy’s boxer-briefs. It was a delight to watch.

“Suck on his balls. He likes that.”

I gave instructions, and the guy executed them. Within several minutes, the beefcake was panting, frowning and holding on to the rim of the trunk. I was surprised he was holding out this long, to be honest - after all that nipple play, and all that licking, most boys of mine would’ve long shot their loads. This hunk was desperately trying to keep it in, I could tell. Seemed like he needed a little push in the right direction.

While the newcomer continued sucking and licking his crotch, I grabbed the boy’s chin, brought my lips to his ear, and started kissing. Just when I felt he had reached the right point, I whispered the magic word. The tiny push over the edge. The three-letter straw that broke this muscle bitch’s back.

“Cum.”

With an embarrassed moan, he shuddered into an orgasm. Muscles contracted, ecstasy spread through his veins. His torso doubled over slightly, and his thick cock started throbbing in his underwear. A big, wet spot appeared in the fabric. Watching the young buck ejaculate was truly a grand show - even though he was only creaming his boxer-briefs.

“F-fuck yeah,” the man gasped, immediately latching on to the throbbing shape like a hungry little lamb. He licked and sucked at the cum-stain with all his might, clearly tasting the boy’s sperm and getting out some nice drops. 

The stud had never felt this kind of humiliation. He had been molested by two men, teased and licked until his mighty tool had sprayed a fat load into his underwear. Tears of frustration were already stinging his eyes - and still, the boy could not escape this nightmare.

“Alright, you’ve had your fun,” I said, grabbing the newcomer’s hair and tossing him to the side. “It’s my turn now.”

I took the hunk’s head in my hands, staring deep into those helpless eyes, and used my favorite little trick on his mind. Like a drug, it slammed into him. His mouth fell open, his cheeks ignited, and a dumb, wasted expression took over his face. Laughing, I let go of his skull, and the bitch fell to hands and knees.

“G-gaaahh…. w-what d..id you do to m..e….” he moaned, squirming on the ground like some pathetic insect. He was free to move and talk again, but the whole world was spinning around him, turning everything into a blur. Sounds and colors blended together like one giant acid trip. Most importantly of all, his dick was still rock-hard and leaking.

“Is he okay?” the gay man asked, watching from a couple feet away. The stud kept writhing and whimpering, weakly shaking his head in an effort to get rid of this haze.

“He’ll be fine,” I said, “Think of it as sniffing a bunch of poppers at the same time, mixed with some roofies. Maybe not the healthiest, but it gets him high and horny out of his mind.”

I stepped closer to the muscular boy, squatted down, and took his chin in my hand. The brainless, drugged face that stared back at me made my cock twitch in my pants. He was ready.

“I know something to make you feel better, handsome.”

I got back up, unbuckled my belt, and uncovered my underwear. The hunk looked up, smelling this strange, enticing scent, and crawled toward me with spit drooling from his mouth. He buried his face in my bulging crotch - and his entire body shuddered with pleasure. The big, cocky alpha was a cocksniffer now.

“You wanna taste, melon-tits? Wanna know what a real man tastes like?”

“G-guuughhh… p.. l-lea..se…”

Beautiful. I pulled my boxers down, finally revealing my boner, and a whine escaped the stud’s throat. Never had he seen a cock so big. He tried to lick it, but I held his head a couple inches from my crotch. The groans and grunts that rose from him were music to my ears. He wanted my dick, so, so bad. The smell, the sight - all of it was egging him on, increasing his need for the taste of me. It was the perfect torture.

“Wow…” another voice muttered. The gay guy, still on his knees, staring at my monster dick with widened eyes. He was touching himself, hypnotized by me and my slut, and I couldn’t help but laugh.

“What do you think?” I asked him, “Should I let this bitch suck my cock?”

“T-that’s never gonna fit… it’s way too big…”

I laughed again, and waved my boner in front of the stud’s nose a couple times. It was driving him nuts. He was drooling like a maniac, grunting more and more. He didn’t care how monstrously oversized this dick was - he just knew he needed to taste it.

“Don’t worry. I’ll make it fit,” I said. “Open up, melon-tits. Time to use those big, beautiful lips of yours.”

Eagerly, he let my glans into his mouth. The taste of my precum hit him, and he quivered like never before. Such a good little whore. He smelled me, felt me, and tasted me at the same time - our bonding was soon to be final. The longer he stayed under my control, the deeper he fell into my trap. As I pushed in further and further, his moans of pleasure were quickly muffled by my cock. Those plump lips felt like velvet on my shaft, lubing me up with his spit.

But only after a couple inches, the boy gagged - and my boner didn’t seem to go any further. I could tell he was trying his best, opening his mouth and jaw as far as he could, but my dick just didn’t fit. The smile disappeared from my face, and I looked down at him with contempt.

“Hmmf,” I scoffed, “Is that all you can take?”

He moaned softly, managing another inch with the greatest effort, but then he gagged again. Seemed like he was less skilled than I had hoped. Luckily, I had dealt with unexperienced cocksuckers before. I yanked him off my member, and told him to turn around.

The young Adonis quickly obeyed, and sat on his knees with his back to me. I grabbed his head, guided it toward my crotch, forcing him to lean back until his nose hit my balls. Stuck in the shape of a triangle, using his big arms for support, the boy was finally in position. He opened his mouth, and I started pushing in again.

This way, I could fuck his throat much more easily. I pushed it over his tongue, past his uvula, making him gag violently. My dick was stretching his mouth to its limits, but I wasn’t going to stop. When he gagged again, fearfully thrashing about, I grabbed his neck with both hands and compelled his body to calm.

“That’s better,” I said, when the muscle stud relaxed in my hands. He was shakily breathing through his nose, feeling my cock invade his throat, straining to stay in the painful position I had put him in. I pushed a couple more inches into him, and grinned. I could see the head of my boner bulging in his neck.

“Like I said, I will make it fit. His body was made to serve me.” I told our viewer, quietly jerking off at the side. “Come. Suckle on his teats. Lick his abs. Blow his cock. Enjoy his body while you can.”

Without a word, the guy crawled over to us. He wrapped his arms around the boy’s tight waist, and started suckling on those nipples as he pushed their crotches together. Content with the view, I slowly began to fuck the stud’s throat.

“Hmm… that’s a nice little cocksucker, now…” I said, driving my boner in and out of his mouth, a little further with every thrust. He felt so good, so warm and moist, his tongue slobbering all over my shaft as he moaned and groaned. It took every bit of his strength not to gag.

Still, it couldn’t go all the way in. I rammed my cock down, hard and violent, but there remained a last inch or two he simply couldn’t take. It was like shoving a fucking zucchini down that tight throat.

I gave his mouth another brutal thrust, blocking off his windpipe with my dick, and the young stud started spasming again. I was literally choking him on my cock. He was still stuck in his triangle position, arching his back so much it had to hurt. The newcomer was biting on his titties, gnawing on those meaty nips to complete the boy’s nightmare.

“Do you feel that, melon-tits?” I asked, finally fucking his throat at top speed. “That is the feeling of submission. The feeling of being a toy, a mere cocksleeve, worthless and pathetic in every other way. Your body is a vessel for the pleasure of men. You are a tool, an object. This is your fate now.”

Spit and precum were backing up out of his nose, eyes were wet and burning. He couldn’t gag, couldn’t breathe, couldn’t do anything but shudder as we used him for our fantasies. I felt him buck and quiver, whimpering like an animal, and I knew he had creamed his underwear again.

With a groan, the newcomer came too, spraying a load all over the hunk’s abs. I laughed, and tightened my grip on his throat. It was time. The boy would taste the seed of his conqueror.

Though his body was clearly screaming for oxygen, I dug my fingers in that thick neck, steadied myself, and thrust my cock into his mouth with all my strength. No more mercy. I pushed it all the way down, regardless of his writhing, all the way into his throat until those velvet lips finally reached my pubes. He would take all of me, damn it. Even if it killed him.

With that last, merciless thrust, I pushed myself over the edge and bred his virgin throat. A victorious growl, waves of ecstasy washing over me. My sperm coated his esophagus, filling his mouth, his nose, leaking from his lips. All his senses were blocked by me, my cock, my seed. No matter what he’d try or do, he was mine now, bonded forever through this ultimate victory. The battle was won, the boy was broken.

When I finished, I yanked him off my dick, wiped it clean on his fucked-out face, then tossed him into the arms of our pathetic newcomer. Immediately, the guy began cradling him, like some hyena that had found the remnants of a lion’s meal.

“I-is he…?”

I scoffed, and pulled my pants back up. “He’ll live, don’t worry. Cockroaches don’t die so easily.”

The guy kissed and licked the broken fucktoy, holding his slack, muscular body in his arms and humping it without shame. I walked back to the boy’s car, found his bag and keys in the trunk, and had a look at his wallet.

Moses, was his name. Almost 19 years old.

I took his stuff, locked the car, and told the scrawny guy to get up. The boy might have broken already, but I was far from finished. 

“Come. We’ll take him into the woods,” I said. Last thing I needed was for more people to pull up in this parking lot and interrupt our fun.

“The woods? W-what are we gonna do?”

A slave should know his place, and know what he is worth;

A slave is NOT a piece of trash to be abused, nor is his place at the feet of just any man. A -True slave- is a person to be respected for his position of servitude, he deserves as much respect, if not more, than a Master. A -True slave- serves willingly, and wears his collar proudly, knowing it is not just a symbol of servitude, but also of protection, meaning he is safe and secure in his Master’s ownership. A -True slave- is beyond the worth of his weight in gold A -True slave- understands the value of serving a -True Master-, and by submitting himself, he shows that Master that He is indeed a worthy Man

A -True Master- understands the value of a -True slave-, He understands the honor paid Him by His slave’s submission, He understands He is being told that He is a worthy Man A -True Master- does not take His slave for granted, and does His utmost to make certain His slave knows his is cared for, valued, protected, safe, and loved. A -True Master- knows He must work hard to gain His slaves trust, and to keep His slave safe.

I strive to be such a Man and Master

The faggot drove the SUV to Oakland Airport and parked. Checking the time the faggot grabbed the envelope with the letters written in big black marker and went to the arrivals building and waited.

It watched the flight board until it saw the new slaves trainee’s plane had landed. The faggot had seen a picture of the slave on MASTER’S computer so it knew who it was looking for. Still the faggot held up the envelope with the letters on it. It wasn’t a name, it was an abbreviation of the MASTER’S training facility.

After a few minutes the prospective slave came through the exit. He looked like the picture and was dressed as instructed and carrying only a small bag. The slave trainee approached the faggot and said “you the ride?” The faggot nodded and opened the envelope and pulled out a sheet of paper and handed it to the slave.

slave,

This is one of MY faggots. It does not have permission to speak. Here are the instructions:

Follow the faggot to its car. Take a photo of the license plate and email it to the person who knows what the slave is doing for the weekend. Then surrender phone, wallet, cash etc. to the faggot. They will be placed inside this envelope and sealed. They will be given back at the end of the training session.

Strip and get in the back of the car. The faggot will inspect that the slave is plugged and locked in chastity as instructed. The faggot will cuff it, gag it and hood it. The slave will be driven to the facility where it will spend the agreed upon period in the serious bondage training it has asked for. MASTER will commit to the limits the slave has discussed but there is no backing out after this point. The slave will not be released until it is time for it to return to the airport.

If it agrees use the pen and sign these instructions. If not turn around and walk away.

MASTER

The slave looked up and took the pen the faggot was holding out and scribbled and handed the pen and letter back. They went into the manila envelope.

The faggot turned and started walking out to the parking lot.

The faggot purposely parked far out in a dark corner of the lot with no other cars nearby.

At the car the faggot pointed to the license plate and the slave took a picture. Then did some stuff on its phone before handing it over.

The faggot took it and powered it off and dropped it in the envelope. Then the slave, a little reluctantly handed over a wallet, some bills and coins and a set of keys.

The faggot dropped these in and sealed the envelope closed and placed it in the glove compartment.

Then pointing at its clothes to indicate it should strip.

The faggot could tell the slave was getting nervous as the reality of its situation sunk in and how vulnerable it was making itself.  It was hesitating.

The faggot looked around and then opened its fly and pulled out its dick locked in a cage. Then it opened the collar of its shirt and showed off the padlock chain. Engraved on the padlock was the word MASTER. There was also a dog tag that said faggot – property of MASTER.

Seeing these symbols of the MASTER’S ownership of the faggot sort of unstuck the slaves brain and made it remember what it wanted and needed. The slave kicked off its shoes, pulled down its pants and pulled off its shirt. The slave was wearing a white jock and it started to pull that down. The faggot reached out and stopped the slave. Pulling the waste band out the faggot inspected and saw the faggot was locked in a Holy trainer chastity device.

Then the faggot gestured for the slave to turn and the faggot inspected its ass and saw that there was a black rubber plug in place. The slave had flown for four hours plugged and locked.

The faggot indicated for the slave to take off its socks and get in the SUV. The faggot opened the overnight bag and inspected the contents. There was a pair of ear buds. If the slave had followed the MASTER’S instructions it would have downloaded files from the MASTER to its phone and listened to them on the flight. There was also a bottle of water, some specific gear the MASTER told it to bring. The faggot checked for anything that the slave was not supposed to bring but it looked like the slave had followed instructions.

The faggot looked at the naked slave. The slave was muscular and had the body of a wrestler. The slave was trembling a little bit.

The faggot reached into the duffel bag on the front seat and pulled out a pair of Hyatt handcuffs. The faggot gestured for the slave to put its hands behind its back. The slave hesitated for a minute and then did as instructed. The faggot made fast work in securing the slaves wrists.

The rest was easy. First came a leather hood over the slave’s head. The faggot lined up the nostrils and then laced the hood tight. The hood had an outer flap that zipped down over the lacings and the faggot secured that. The hood had no eyeholes so the slave was truly helpless now. The hood had an attached collar that went around the neck and was locked over the zipper.  Next came a rubber cock gag that went into the slaves mouth and was secured around the hood and locked.  The slave moaned as it was being gagged and the locked slave dick shifted under the jock.

The faggot did not have the keys to the cuffs, hood or gag. The slave was secure until the MASTER unlocked it. The faggot just had to make sure nothing special occurred while driving to the MASTERS facility.

The faggot helped the slave lay down on the back seat of the SUV. With quick work the faggot cuffed the slaves ankles and then connected them with a short chain to the bound wrists. The slave was now hogtied. At the top of the hood there was a D-Ring and the faggot pulled the head back and connected that with a short chain to the cuffs. The head restriction wasn’t too tight. It just made sure the slave could breathe through its nostrils or through the tube in the gag.

With the slave secure the faggot took a pair of DJ style headphones and figuring out where the slaves ears were under the hood, put them on. The headphones were attached to an iPod. The faggot hit play and the slave was listening to the MASTER’S voice. The slaves training had already begun.

One last thing, the faggot soaked a small cloth with poppers and held them to the slaves nostrils. Smelling the poppers the slave inhaled greedily and then began moaning , writhing and humping the seat.

The faggot wanted a hit of poppers itself but it wasn’t allowed. Plus there was at least an hour of driving. The MASTER’S facility was on the peninsula, across San Francisco Bay.

The faggot got in the front seat, shifted a little so its own locked dick and plugged hole were comfortable and then started the SUV and left the parking lot with the MASTER’S new object in the back.

The drive was uneventful. The slave made occasional grunting noises from the back. The faggot didn’t listen to the radio or music. This was the beginning of isolation training for the slave. First it will lose track of time. The slave will have no idea where it is. MASTER does not give out personal information to slave trainees. They don’t even know what HE looks like. They come to be trained as objects, gimps and bondage slaves.

This slave arrived Wednesday night at 10 PM and its flight out is Monday at 8 PM so for the next 114 hours, till Monday at 4 PM this slave will be an object. With every aspect of its existence controlled. With no way out, no safe word to stop the training.

The faggot does not know specifically what the MASTER negotiated with the slave about limits but the faggot does know that the MASTER always keeps them in some form of bondage.

There has never been a slave that was trained that didn’t beg to come back for more, for longer sessions and so many crave to live in permanent bondage, owned property of the MASTER.

Once the faggot arrived at the facility it made quick work of freeing the slaves ankles, removing the headphones and disconnecting the chain from the hood.

The faggot helped the slave out of the vehicle and had it standing, still cuffed, still hooded and gagged.

The faggot clipped a leash to the front of the hood and grabbing the bag and envelope from the front passenger seat, led the slave into its new home for the next five days.

In the main room there was a cage.

The faggot led the slave to the cage and pulled down the slave’s jock. The caged slave’s dick bounced a bit now that it was free from the restrictions of the pouch. As the faggot bent down and helped the slave step at out of the jock it could see that it was as aroused as it could get and a clear stream was leaking from the caged dick. The faggot helped the slave get down on its knees and helped it crawl backwards into the cage. It was a small cage and the slave had to stay with its head bowed toward the floor of the cage with its cuffed writs behind its back near the top of the cage. The faggot worked quickly, first connecting the wrists with a chain to the top bars. Then the D-Ring on the hood connected to the bars on the front top end of the cage. Then the faggot closed and locked the door. One last chain connected the slave’s collar to the floor of the cage.

The faggot went around the back and connected each ankle to a corner of the cage. Finally a small chain went around the slave’s balls and that too was connected to the bars of the cage. The MASTER had all the keys so the slave wasn’t going anywhere.

The slave was immobilized, kneeling, waiting for the MASTER.

The faggot gave the slave another hit of poppers and then put the bottle on a counter along with the slave’s possessions.

The faggot knelt on the dungeon floor, near the cage,head bowed, hands behind its back and waited.

Silently the MASTER came in. HE looked at the slave in the cage, moving silently around. HE was not ready for the slave to know HIS presence.

HE gestured for the faggot to follow HIM out of the room. HE walked down the corridor to the isolation cell.

He made quick work of putting the faggot in a straight jackets and then heavy chains. A large gag and muzzle went on the faggot’s head. Aside from giving instructions HE said nothing.

In short work the faggot was sitting on the floor of the cell. In a heavy straight jacket, ankles shackled and attached to a ring in the floor. Leather muzzle with a cock gag locked on its head. A heavy collar around its neck and attached to the wall. The straight jacket wrapped in chains making it even more restricting. The faggots locked dick swelled in its chastity device and it its hole tightened around the base of the plug. The faggot craved bondage training by the MASTER more than anything.

The MASTER turned and picked up some things off the floor. The faggot saw what they were. It was the last things the faggot would see for a while. The MASTER held the padded blindfold and the leather bag. The bag was unique. It was cut for the faggot’s head. There were two rubber tubes where the nostrils were. First MASTER put on the padded blind folded. Then the faggot felt the internal ends of the tubes go up its nostrils. The bag was then pulled over the faggot’s head, over the muzzle and blindfold, pulled snug at the back and then locked closed by placing a padlock through two grommets at the rear base of the hood.

The bag was snug but not form fitting. If the faggot breathed through the gag in its mouth and the muzzle it would get very warm in the bag. But the nostril tubes always made sure the faggot had a fresh air supply. Or a supply of whatever else the MASTER wanted it to breathe. The other unique feature of the bag were the headphones sewn into the sides.

Suddenly MASTERS voice filled its head. “it is a faggot. it is an object” “it exists to serve” it exists to be used” “it exists to Worship” “it exists to obey”.  It listened to the MASTER’S Voice on an endless loop, repeating, training its mind, programming it.

Then the faggot realized in was breathing in poppers, hit after hit of poppers as the MASTERS voice filled the blackness. The faggots mind and spirit raced with a rush of positive emotions. it was only given poppers when MASTER was pleased with it. The faggot had done well and the MASTER approved. These thoughts filled it with a sense of purpose and well-being.

The faggot vaguely realized that the inner door and outer door of the isolation cell had closed. It was alone, isolated in the blackness, the place created by the MASTER for it.

And this is how the faggot was kept for the next few hours as the MASTER began training HIS newest slave prospect.

The faggot was in the blackness, existing for the MASTER, an object, property, with only a single thought….

“The MASTER is everything, it belongs to the MASTER”.

Using and/ or owning a faggot is a completely selfish and   one-sided activity. faggots exist for the sole and exclusive use of Superior MEN. faggots exist to be exploited for a Superior MAN’s personal sake and benefits.

A faggot is not companion, friend or lover. A faggot is not a sub, boy or even a slave. A faggot is lower than a slave. A faggot never sees itself as an equal in any way. A faggot recognizes the Superior MAN’s right to use it as HIS birthright.

A faggot is an inferior life form; a male animal, a beast of burden, thing or object. It is live-stock in human form that functions, acts, performs in whatever manner is required so that the Superior MAN can enjoy an enhanced and more comfortable lifestyle.

When the Superior MAN adopts the attitude that they have taken control of a faggot so that they can take possession of male animal that can be used in any way that suits HIS needs, satisfies HIS desires, and that the faggot is not deserving of any consideration whatsoever. The faggot is a thing, an object. The faggot is like a phone, car or anything else a Superior MAN might use as HE goes about HIS life.

There are on three primary reasons to have and use a faggot :

1.   Labor – put the faggot to work. The faggot is grateful for the opportunity to do work for a Superior MAN. All the chores that take time and prevent the Superior MAN from more interesting pursuits can be done by the faggot. Cleaning, laundry, yard work etc. Does the faggot have special skills – cook, handyman, etc. – the faggot’s skills are to be used and exploited. 

2.   Sex – a faggot can be used for sexual release. The entire sexual experience with a faggot is about a Superior MAN’s sexual needs. The faggot is really no more than a hole.

3.   Torture – there is enjoyment and gratification to be found in torturing a faggot. There is something satisfying in taking deep pleasure in the faggots suffering and see it come back for more. Craving YOU even more because of the things YOU do to it.

faggots exist to be used and faggots need to be used.

The faggot faces the reality of what it is; and understands without a Superior MAN to serve it is nothing, it has no purpose, no existence, no life. On the other hand a Superior MAN can have a rich, full life without ever using or owning a faggot.

The faggot knows and accepts what it is. A faggot accepts that it is inferior. That it is nothing but an object to be used and possibly discarded. The faggot understands that if it does not serve well, if it can’t be of use in any of the three categories than it has no value, no worth to the Superior MAN.

A faggot knows true contentment and has a sense of purpose only when it is being serving, being used and controlled by a Superior MAN. 

The faggot Serves, Worships and Obeys the Superior MAN

It was a Friday evening and I was at work. I knew my boy was home alone and horny but I never knew what was about to happen. Unbeknownced to me he had been browsing Grindr, eager for some action. He’d been craving a man deep inside him and couldn’t wait till I got home.

It was hard to believe at first, because he normally asks me before having someone over but this time was different. This time, he didn’t say a word, even leaving me on read while he started by riding this Grindr guys cock. He later told me that the Grindr boy proceeded to flip him on his back, legs pinned to his chest and began to pound my boy’s hole in my own bed.

Matt said that he could hear his phone buzzing on the nightstand, knowing it was me but he was “busy”. Busy with his legs pinned down and a Grindr cock balls deep inside him, pounding him until he shoot his load.

When I finally got home, I was so pent up after all the messages, knowing another man had already wrecked my boys hole. But I wanted to see the evidence, I wanted to see the used condom in the trash, a stain on the bed. But when I asked to see the condom, Matt simply took me to our room and bent over. He looked so sexy in his jock and orange elites I know he wore while getting fucked. Then I realized what he was doing, I realized he couldn’t show me the condom. I look at his gorgeous ass and his obviously pre-lubed hole only to also see a few drops of cum escape from his hole and begin to run down to his balls.

I couldn’t stop myself , I immediately licked up the leaking cum and began to eat this Grindr boy’s cum from Matt’s ass before slipping my cock into his cummy used up hole and giving him his (at minimum) second load of the night.