Preparing a pup for chastity.
He seems excited about it. Cute pink balls definitely need their own attention.
Tag: slave boy
Your slave boy was pulling the delicate laundry hanging to dry on the balcony. You were watching him though, the way the sun rays and shadows were playing off your boy’s nude body. The morning urge came out of hiding easily. You pinned him against the railing and took what you wanted from him, with your mouth and your cock. It doesn’t matter how humiliated he might have felt, being fucked with all those people milling about publicly below. It was up to him to be quiet and focus on pleasing his Master. It was your loud grunt when you came in him though that got some people to look up. You could feel your boy blush all over, but he kept his eyes ahead. It was not his job to question if his Master wanted the neighborhood to know he was owned slavemeat. When it was over, he thanked his Master for the sex, and continued on with the laundry, hole dripping until his Man plugged him.
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Text is fictional.
What’s best for me? Locked or unlocked?
Locked. The cage not only is a nice decoration on your nude figure, but it centers your cock and draws attention to right between your legs. Even if you do or don’t have a keymaster, staying locked shows discipline and interest in preserving yourself for future interactions with your partner. It’s the fastest way to convince a man you are horny and are invested in a fun evening. And if you don’t have a man in your life, most boys do benefit from cutting back on masturbation. Also once you’re horny, you’ll feel sexier and want to project it more, upping your self-confidence. Win/win situation.
Being collared will set you free. I could recall the sign word for word, as I saw it often hanging over the door of His dungeon. I pondered the phrase, initially thinking it was a contradiction. How could being owned and being collared result in any type of freedom? The more he trained me and sculpted me, emotionally breaking me down and working me back up to a stronger, more obedient boy, I began to see the genius in my Master.
I began to see, like the difference between the grass and the sky, that some men were naturally born to dominate and lead where was others were not. There was no situation my Master could not handle with grace and his own charm; there was nothing he couldn’t fix with a certain facial expression and corresponding body posture; there was no mystery in life he had not pondered and solved. I felt mentally weak and inferior to his brilliance, in awe of the clarity in which he saw the world. With his training I gained manners, then I learned to check my pride and my ego. Just because I was a male, it did not mean things were owed to me. My Master taught me this, and a great deal more things, and through pain and love, helped me gain a stronger foothold in life. A deeper, appreciation, so to speak, for things I could change and the things I had to accept as is.
One of those things, was that He would always be a superior and an alpha in my life, even though we were cut from the same a template of the same bone and muscles. In my early years, I found him aggravating and his opinions frustrating, but now there was only an odd sort of peace in being content with my status. I had an open window to his knowledge. I often felt deep reassurance in knowing he would always be there to keep me in check, to keep me on a straight path, and to discipline me when I had faulted. I could always ask him for advice. I pitied those who were left to discipline themselves.
I tore my eyes away from the handsome black and silver collar in his manicured, outstretched hand, and looked beyond it to my Master’s hopeful face. My silence had perplexed and worried him. I could read his expressions like an open book these days.
I cupped the soft leathery collar in my hands and knelt, offering it back up to him. My Master stepped forward – I could hear the creak of his leather pants – and took it out of my palms. I felt his fingers unhitch the silver chain around my neck – my training collar. My neck felt light without it. The buckle jingled as He handled it, then He wrapped the real collar around my neck. I bowed my head as it was fixed in place. Even after one second, it felt as if it had been there all my life.
“Lift your head,” my Master said.
“I did.”
He smiled, looking dazzling. “Look at that.” I was surprised to detect a bit of emotion in his voice.
I raised my hand and felt the material around my neck. I couldn’t wait to see it in a mirror.
“Thank you Sir,” I said, “Thank you for this fine gift, and for allowing me to serve under you.” My Master nodded, then to my surprise, he responded: “Thank you for being a fine pupil. I saw enormous potential in you, but I am surprised you gave me the honor of staying with me and allowing me to teach you for so long. There were so many times I was sure your machismo would get in the way and you would break. You have exceeded all my expectations.”
At that moment, my throat was so tight, I couldn’t say a word or even cry.
“Merry Christmas, boy,” He said.
I broke my form. I leapt to my feet and embraced him in a huge hug. To my relief, he crushed me back instead of chiding me for it. I was shocked to feel a sob go through him. “God, I love you,” he whispered in my ear, barely audible. I wanted to tell him the same words back, but “I love you” did not seem to convey enough the adoration I felt for him. Instead, I said, “I will always be yours.”
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Text is fictional. Cannot believe I forgot to post this yesterday. It had been sitting in drafts since November.
“Check this out. My friend did a filter thing on it. Cool pic huh?”
“Jesus, Sam, ya fat bastard, look at ya! You’re a stud!”
I laughed. “Alpha male, I tell ya. It’s one of my favorite shots. Just me and my boys.”
“Why is the dog in front?”
“Well, he’s better trained and better bred. He’s got papers. The slave back there I just took in – he’s a Latin mutt. Last Master turned him in due to overcrowding. Badly trained and growly. I put him in his place in those first three days I’ll tell you what,” I laughed again. “You see how resigned he looks?”
“Ya?”
“Cause he knows he’s under the dog.”
“Aaaahhh.”
“It’ll be good for him. Already showing some improvement already. He’s food fixated, so if you promise him food, he’ll do almost anything. Yep, he’s a good boy. Love him already.”
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Text is fictional.
That moment when you feel Sir’s cock hard-on inside your mouth, he puts his hand on your head and tells you you’re a good boy.
Even if his erection is in your mouth, you don’t dare start to orally pleasure him without the command. Perhaps He simply wishes to remind you of your place to Him. It is not your duty to assume your Master’s intent. Contentment floods through as you hear his praise: good boy. You live for those words and will not prove him wrong. The fear of disappointing him is worse than any punishment He could imagine.
A slave waits patiently for the auction to start. He’s just been photographed and in a moment will be taken to the holding area. He was worried about getting an erection, as some of the other slaves have, but thankfully he’s too nervous to get it up so it just remains soft. He hasn’t seen the audience yet either, so all he can do is imagine what the men look like and what their personalities will be… and the slave wonders what they’re going to think of him too. He looks down at himself, nude and shorn. Well, if anything, he thinks, I’m a blank canvas. I hope they see my potential. I have a lot of skills. I have to remember that if I want to be valuable to someone, I have to have confidence in myself that I am valuable, even as a slave. The Headmaster barks at him to join the others in the holding area. The slave says a clear “Yes sir” and moves quickly to that direction with his head up and eyes forward. Even if I am a slave, he also thinks, there’s no shame in being in my natural place.
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Text is fictional.
Whored Out by Master
There was a time I was a 24/7 slave to a Master. It was both a fantastic and not-so-fantastic experience. However, I am happy that I got to experience it.
I was told to tell some of my experiences .. and, I have told them on my old Blogger which has since been deleted. Some of you who knew me back then will be familiar with these adventures. And bear with me if they don’t quite sound the same as, being an old fart, as time and my memory have obscured some detail.
When I was being considered as a slave by this Master he interviewed me in depth, viewed my blogs and my xtube and took my desires to heart. One of the things that I had always wanted was to be whored out. For me, it was the ultimate submission … told be told by my Master that I was required to have sex with someone regardless that I knew him or not, that I was attracted to him or not and regardless as to my feelings in general. ”This is the man you are going to serve.”
While living as a 24/7 I was never to wear clothing, just my slave gear (cuffs, collar, chastity device) unless I was to good outside for laundry, garbage, shopping, etc. Then I was to be shirtless.
There was a friend and neighbor of my Master who knew of His status and my status. One day, this man, Mike, knocked on the door. As always, I was required to answer the door in my slave attire. Mike asked to speak with my Master. I let him in and went back to the kitchen to finish preparing dinner.
Several minutes later, I let Mike out and served Master dinner. While I was cleaning the kitchen Master announces, “Mike is coming over later to fuck you. You should go get ready.” I was shocked and scared and weirded out even though it is something I had always wanted.
When Mike came over, they discussed price. Master turned to me and said “You’d better do a good job. I want extra cash for when we go to Vegas.” The price would be dependent on my performance as a whore.
We went to what Master called the “slave bedroom.” The Master bedroom was reserved just for Him and I. Any group activities or other slaves he brought home were played with in the other room. Mike fucked me ravenously hard and deep several times using up 4 condoms in the process. Master kept coming in to check on my performance or curious about a particularly loud moan, groan or yelp from me.
Afterwards, I was made to kneel at Master’s feet as money changed hands. After Mike left Master said, “You did good. Now I am going to give you your reward.” He unzipped his pants and proceeded to fuck my face til he blew his load down my throat.
After that night, Mike came over every Monday morning for a fuck on his way to work and paid Master every time.
Even though I am much older and a bit larger than I was then, I still have this desire. Why? I have no clue. Do I like the fact that I am giving myself to my Master? Do I like the fact I am being made a whore? Or is it simply that my nature is to give my body to men for their sexual pleasure and this serves this desire for me?
“Or is it simply that my nature is to give my body to men for their sexual pleasure and this serves this desire for me?” Yes. Don’t think too much on it, acceptance will bring happiness.
Huh, never touched just this part before, wonder what happens if I do. Well, someone’s sensitive! Wonder what happens if I do it again. Same thing. Oh he’s getting more vocal now; it was a good move to put that gag in. His cockhead is so pink and fleshy…I just want to keep touching it. Over. and over. I really like watching him squirm so helplessly…he’s such an interesting toy. So full of surprises.
“Next up is a fine young lad of mixed stock – Germanic, Portuguese, and Algerian – aged 18 years, by name of Alec. Alec joined our Home Host Program because he recently aged out of foster care and has no where to go. What he is seeks for his two year contract through the Program is a stable home and a Master to serve under. He ideal for houseboy or fram work – cooking, cleaning, and sexual service. Alec has laid with a woman, but is a virgin with men, and will provide hours of fun exploration in bedroom settings. In exchange for Hosting Alec, he intends to take classes and learn a trade. He is open to considering renewing the contract after two years if the fit is good.
As you can see, Alec is healthy, he vaccinated, and has milky white skin from an indoor life. His penis uncut and is 4 inches soft, 7 hard. He has a strong back, and knows when to keep his mouth shut. A good investment for a newer Master or a Master getting back into keeping after a break. Master Ryes, if you could help Alec strip down to his underwear please? …Thank you. And now we will start the bidding at 400 pieces. 405? 415! Do I see 450 in the back? 450 ..450…475! 500! 510! 550!..”
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Text is fictional. In a rush, no source right now.