Got This Under Control

Make sure to thank them for their feedback and work immediately to correct any issues raised. A defensive or ungrateful attitude will make feedback unlikely and a higher chance he’ll just dump you for better pussy.

You can see the resignation in the boys face. He thought he was just going to do this once and get it out of the system, but he keeps coming back. His hole is on fire. He needs cock and he always will. He knows that people will eventually find out and he has no clue how to handle it. He can’t believe he’s a faggot, but that’s what he is.

In the beginning, I remember asking him, “Why are you doing this to me?” he responded, “The better question boy is, why are you letting me do this to you? Answer that one and you’ll have the answer to yours as well.” Up until that point we were just playing, but then I realized it was all happening because I was a faggot.

They came looking for you Kevin.

But don't worry, no one recognized you.

None of them could imagine the airhead stripper they chatted with was formerly the English PhD that went missing a year ago.

It's ok. No need to worry. They won't make you go back. We both know the choice you made and how happy you are.

Gay Trad Marriage: Ten Commandments

1. You overtly revere His Manhood both inside and outside the home. You demonstrate your love with visible and verbal deference and devotion 24/7/365.

2. Sex is for His pleasure and fulfillment, when He wishes, how He wishes, as long and as often as He wishes. Sex consummates your marriage to Him.

3. You take good care of His household, always putting home first—you clean, you cook, you look attractive, you serve and entertain his friends, guests and family.

4. You sacrifice your needs in order to help fulfill His. You give. He takes.

5. You do not act independently. You ask His permission first.

6. If and when it is appropriate for you to speak, you do so to verbally encourage and support Him unconditionally. And when it is not appropriate to speak, you keep your mouth shut and listen to Him until He is done speaking.

7. You are a natural caregiver. You anticipate His needs without His having to say a word.

8. When He is in a stressful situation, you do what is necessary to make Him succeed. You defend and assist Him.

9. You give Him space. You never make demands of His time or attention or emotional energy.

Their smile widened, as you stopped blinking, just staring up at them. “That’s it. Such a well-trained pet. So easy to control. And I want you to stare into my eyes.” You couldn’t conceive of looking anywhere else. “I want you to sink into them. You can do that, can’t you?”

They nodded your chin slightly, up and down, agreeing. And you were sinking. Your body was relaxing into the chair. It was so comfy. “Just stare, and sink, and drop.” They lowered their hand, and your eyelids fluttered, but didn’t close. They couldn’t. Your eyes couldn’t move.

“There you go… Still staring, unable to look away. No matter how heavy, and tired, and droopy, drowsy, sleepy those eyelids get.” As they spoke, those feelings intensified. Your eyelids were so heavy. “You can’t close them. Because you have to stare into my eyes.”

They leant down, coming closer to you. “Because you can’t look away.” They moved their hand on your chin side to side. Your eyes moved, staying locked onto theirs. “Good toy. So obedient. So blank. So blissful. Feel your thoughts draining away.” You felt it.

The sensation of your thoughts being dragged out of your head, and into their eyes. “Pulled into my eyes. And then comes your free will.” The sensation increased. “Your resistance.” Again. “Your personality.” It felt so good. To be so blank, and open, and empty.

“Drained away, by my eyes.” Their hand on your chin was all that was holding you up. “You’re just a shell. A weak, empty puppet, for me to control.” They were correct. That’s what you were. "To fill. And I will fill you, toy. When you’re properly emptied of everything that I need.”

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Once you start. It’s hard to go back…

Body: Massive, obscene muscle. Huge bouncing pecs, veiny arms, tiny waist, and a fat, jiggly bubble butt that begs to be grabbed. You’ll eat, lift, and grow until you’re a walking wet dream. Thick thighs rubbing together, always pumped and ready to show off.

Mind: Properly retarded. Empty-headed, giggly, and slow. Thoughts melt away. Big words confuse you. You’ll drool and flex while repeating “Dumb boys don’t think, they just serve Daddy.” The dumber you get, the hornier you become.

Sexual: Your holes are Daddy’s property. Leaky, desperate, and always eager. You’ll beg to be used, choked, and bred like a brainless whore. Moan loud and take it messy. anytime, anywhere.

Perks: Luxury life, no responsibilities, black card, constant praise, and mind-melting orgasms when Daddy allows them.

Side Effects: Old life fades. You’ll get addicted to his cock and approval. Too stupid to go back. Too horny to care.

Empty head. Massive body. Owned by a rich Daddy.

Their hand tangled in your hair, tugging gently, pulling your heavy, sleepy gaze upwards, to them, towering over you. “And that’s exactly what you are, whenever I snap.” They snapped again. It felt like the power had been cut to your brain. Your eyelids drooped more.

“This is how you’re meant to be, toy. Blank, brainless, and mine. Sinking deeper with each snap.” A third snap. Your eyes closed, you were only being held up by their hand, in your hair. They released that hand, and you fell forwards, into them. It felt right.

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We were both standing there in a bit of shock about what had happened. I looked down and said, “I’m kind of surprised that this happened to both of us.” He just kept looking in the mirror and replied, “I’ve been wanting this for a long time, so I’m not surprised about me. I always knew I’d end up in a chastity cage serving someone. Honestly though, I never thought it would happen to someone like you.”

I never thought it would happen to me either but it did. I replied, “It came out of nowhere really. We were on our second date. The next thing I knew we were in a sex shop and I was getting fitted. I’m really a bit embarrassed about it, but it feels so good. I can’t pretend I’m not a fag, I’m caged.”

“My naivety was thinking that I was his only boy. When he texted and said my cage came in I rushed right over so he could lock me up. I was a bit stunned to see you here, naked and waiting.”

“I was pretty surprised when you showed up as well. When I arrived, he told me to remove my clothes in the entryway. I thought he wanted to have sex. What a fool I was. He motioned for me to sit on the couch and said we were waiting for one other person. I was scared to death when I saw you, but you obviously knew the protocol and were naked yourself, so I was just confused.”

“I guess two caged faggots are better than one. Hopefully we can help each other be good boys and stay locked because that’s all I want to do.”

I totally agree faggot.”