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A white dinner jacket is a staple in every gentlemans closet.
Three gentlemen enjoying an afternoon in the museum.
A staple in every gentlemans wardrobe.
As I buttoned my tuxedo jacket the reality of my life hit me. I’d never be “one of the boys” again. All I would be from this point forward was a boy. Caged and collared, I would live in service to the man who now owns me. I was mourning the loss of my old life and experiencing the exciting reality of my new one all at the same time. I’m a faggot. That reality felt so good but scared me to death. People were starting to wonder and sooner or later they would find out. An old friend had already asked about the weird outline in my crotch at the gym. I wanted to tell him I was caged but chickened out. Maybe next time or maybe he won’t ask again because he’ll know. I do love wearing my cage and servicing him releases my truth in ways I can’t explain. I was born to be this thing. A service animal. A boy. A faggot. I’m so glad I found my way to him so he could help me.
That’s right. Good boys are greedy and only want to date rich generous men
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Beautiful. Wide blue stripe contrast high collar double cuffed shirt, worn with a gold micro dot silk necktie and gold cufflinks. Great example of a perfectly tied asymmetrical knot with an extra large dimple.
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"Your new life begins today Vincent, you are now a pristine preppy boy. I've taken the liberty of upgrading your wardrobe. You will only wear collard shirt from now on. Pastel polos always tucked in. Chinos and loafers, your nice belts. It all feels so much better on you, don't you agree?" "Yes Sir" Vincent said, with a wide smile emanating from his face. There wasn't a single thought other than total obedience, and that was so swell, just how he liked it. It was just earlier that day that the rugged boy who went by the name "chaz" had run into a well dressed older man. He was dressed in a crisp white shirt, blue tie and jacket all tailored to him. He spotted the boy trying to act tough, trying to be cool. Once the older man, now known as "Master" had hypnotized Chaz on the spot, he began to reprogram him and change his life for the better. His new name was Vincent, it suited him much better. He lived with Master as his obedient servant, nothing but obedience for good preppy boys like him. Of course his wardobe had to change, tracksuits and ripped jeans are not suitable for a good preppy boy. Pink polos now lined his new wardrobe. Beige chinos lay neatly pressed, waiting to have a belt wrapped tightly around them. Oxford shirts, crisp white shirts, all ready to be worn on a different occasion.
But most importantly was masters brainwashing. 3 hours, daily, of course. Nothing less to make Vincent the perfect obedient boy he is suppposed to be. He always wears his preppy uniform now, his favorite is the pink polos, because it makes him feel even more submissive. It matches the pink cage that master put on him to help his training.
His hair is slicked back using the strongest hypno gel. Not a strand is ever out of place, just how master likes it. Vincent is his servant, and toy for when Master invites other dominant men around to use Vincent, and Vincent loves every second of it. It deepens his training, being used while dressed properly and locked up.
At the Gym his polos are tight fitting to show of his muscles, a good preppy boy should be in shape after all. But he always looks formal.
Vincent ran into one of his older friends once, and they were rather confused as to what had happened, but seeing Vincents blissed out face and demanour, they were intrigued. So Vincent invited them back to Masters house, where after examination by master, they were put in a deep trance and made to be just like Vincent. Masters army will continue to grow, if you ever run into a pristine preppy boy, you could be next...