BOSS2: My Younger Dominant Boyfriend

Chained up in the basement, on all fours.

Shaved.

Collared.

Plugged.

Caged.

Spider-gagged.

Each wrist and ankle is locked directly to the eyebolts mounted in the cement. Fluid trickles from every part of you. Drool leaks out, unstoppable. Alpha cum slowly pushes beyond your plug and runs down your ass. Fagjuice drips from your cage and over-full nuts.

Tears well up too.

We all have our workouts. I have mine. Each rep and set provides greater evidence of my superiority and earns more admiration from each new faggot that comes to serve.

You have a workout too. You’re a receptacle, sure. But you’re a sieve as well. A constant battle of containing everything and being nothing.

Your workout makes you more of a faggot. More of a servant. More of an object.

I watch your workout. You watch mine.

Say your words, old man

Being looked down on, alpha smirk, contempt or pity in His eyes

Food control, made to diet or fast

Domestic housework or yard work

Small dick energy: pouched, unejaculated, sexually ignored

Buzz cut

Weighing in

Told to keep quiet, not speak, shut the fuck up, listen to men dutifully

Kept on a budget, cash card, allowance

Get on your knees!