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Hello there, UK Student Alpha!

I’m very grateful you replied to my anonymous comment about my bisexual boyfriend and master! After reading your thoughts on my relationship with my boyfriend/master, I began to view it in a new light! Thank you!

Oh, I should introduce myself! Hi there, name is Evan and my master’s name is Ryan. We meet a few years ago back in High-School when he was dating a girl I was friends with. He was heavily in the closet back then, and a lot of what we talked about was him coming to terms with his own feelings, and to not be ashamed of his bisexuality.

It took a few years to develop but eventually we became sexually involved. I noticed right away the potential for him to be much more, the potential for him to tap into the Alpha essence that dwelled within him. He was always a dominant man, he would take charge of many activities, and I would find myself, naturally listening to him and obeying him.

He has very powerful presence that goes far beyond sex, yet he is kind, and ever since I assisted him into the realization of his dominance, he has been growing more alpha day by day, but he has not let that make him abusive or arrogant.

It was one night that made me decide to present the idea of domination to him. It was the first time we had sex. I was nervous, and I had not had sex for a good year, so I felt my hole would be too tight. I had reservations about it the whole evening, and I didn’t say anything until Ryan was just about to fuck me. The tip of his cock was brushing up against me and tickling my hole. I started to get very nervous. I told him I was a second guessing having sex. He leaned his right forearm on my left arm, and held my wrists in his right hand behind my head. He brought his left arm behind my head, and softly held the back of my head in his left hand which greatly comforted me. Ryan’s exceptional at stuff like this, I call it ‘merciful domination’. With one hand, he restrained my wrists, indicating his power over me, but with the other he gently held my head, which indicated he wanted me to feel safe with him. At this moment, in his embrace, all my fear melted away. He asked again if I was comfortable having sex, I simply responded, “Yes sir”. He didn’t even give me a second’s chance more, right after I agreed, he slid the tip of his cock into me. I let out a yelp that was muffled by Ryan kissing me. The way he took charge of the situation, and made sure it was within my limits, led me to believe he was good domination material.

After we had sex, I brought the idea of an alpha/fag relationship up to him. He was immediately interested. We talked about it, and we decided that our relationship would be best if it was within that dynamic.

So, what exactly does the Dom/Sub relationship look like with Ryan and me?

Well a good example happened just yesterday.

Yesterday, Ryan had texted me when I was coming home from work. All it said was “Down Faggot”. Now, I work part-time in the mornings and I get home around 11:45ish, so when I entered the apartment and read Ryan’s text I immediately fell to my knees at the door. He usually texts me that command when he’s having a bad day at work and needs to destress. He typically comes for an hour lunch and arrives around 12:15ish.

So, on that day, I dropped my backpack by the coat hangers and waited eyes up, mouth open and with a look of submission upon my face. Ryan came in the door, frazzled, his tie was loose and he was just stressed. When looked at me, the stress immediately turned into lustful dominance, and a wicked grin unfurled across his face as he undid his zipper.

“Good Boy” he said, and he began to throat fuck me right there, not even a foot from where he shut the door behind him. He usually dominates my mouth by having me clasp my hands behind my back, and work on sucking him with my lips alone. He particularly loves to grab my hair and pull my head back and just slide his dick down my throat whichever way he wants too. When Ryan’s super stressed he usually enjoys verbal humiliation, and he likes to call me his “little fag” or his “bitch boy” when his cock is deep down my throat. Yesterday he used all types of verbal, and finished by pulled out his cock and climaxing on my face.

On that day, Ryan went over to the couch and sat down.

“Here boy”, he said and beaconed for me to come over.

“Take off your shirt”

And I took of my shirt.

He sat me on his lap and used my shirt to clean his cum off my face. When it was all off, he kissed me and thanked me for the throat fuck. I said “Always, sir” and he kissed my forehead. This is a great part of our routine. You used a great word for it, you called it “Aftercare”. He always makes a point to bring us back to the center, and express a tender side after serious spurts of humiliation/degradation and physical punishment.

I find this to be a very important part to our relationship, mainly because it helps him overcome the stress of work and life, and helps him stave off burnout, and it involves me submitting to the will of my master.

If you noticed a little bit back, he only texted me two words: “Down Faggot”. That’s part of our Dom/Sub vocabulary. We agreed that short, roughly 2 to 3 word commands, add to his dominance, because why should an Alpha have to write a grand soliloquy to have his boy serve him? Ryan expects service when he asks. When he says “Down Faggot” you bet I am on my knees waiting for him. We are trying to systematize our dominant/submissive relationship. Ryan is German/English so I always joke that it’s the German in him that wants to systematize everything, and it’s the English in him that want’s a classy household.

So far we have a list of ten frequently used commands/sayings:

“Down Faggot” – Get on your knees, I had a rough day, and need to face fuck you.

“Pull em Down” – Command For spanking (If clothes are on).

“Spread boy” – Command for getting on knees and presenting my hole.

“Over Now!” – A command For Spanking (If I’m nude).

“Here Boy” – Command to go where he commands.

“Suck it Boy/Fag” – Usually a command when we’re sitting on the couch and he want’s blowjob.

“Boy…?” – An inflected version of ‘Boy’ used to express displeasure, usually precedes a spanking.

“Good Boy” – A positive expression, usually follows a good action cooking/cleaning/post-sex.

“It twill please me” – An expression usually following a command usually a mix of sex/servility.

“Say it” – A sexual command for instructing me to say, “I’m Ryan’s Fag” or “I’m your Boy”.

Another key to our relationship is limits. There is no outward ‘domination’ in public. He is always respectful, always the gentlemen. He has promised to never disrespect me, nor call me a Fag in public, nor humiliate me in front of people we know and love. Honestly, when we are outside, we are known to our immediate friends as boyfriends, but to the wider public as good friends.

See, people know about my homosexuality, but only a trusted few know about his bisexuality.

Another big factor in our relationship is the inequality of power and dominance, which at this point he has a firm monopoly on as my master. However, in our relationship, his dominance is balanced by our commitment to respect for boundaries, respect for each other, and respect for each other’s opinions.

Dominance in our relationship means, he’s in control, but he is just and fair, this concept isn’t new to humanity. Back from Ancient Rome later carried on in the Christian tradition, the man was the head of household, the master of his family. This didn’t mean he would treat his family unjustly, it meant the responsibility for fairness and justice fell to his shoulders as patriarch, as head male of the house. The same applies to our relationship, this isn’t some homophobic fetish, or self-hatred that compels submission, rather, this is a natural power dynamic that has existed in a heterosexual context for millennia.

Now there’s a bit of a difference in that our power dynamics is between two men and not man and wife. This adds more domination, because it is not the feminine cleaving to the Masculine as Lao Tzu so eloquently stated in the ‘Tao Te Ching’, this is the masculine submitting to his superior, cleaving to a higher form of man, his master, his dominant, his alpha male. This gets into another aspect of our relationship too. Our Masculinity. Ryan and I are two masculine men. Part of what Ryan like’s a lot, is making a masculine man his submissive fag.

We’ve talked about sexual domination, but how does the Alpha/Fag dynamic work out in our domestic affairs?

Since he is the one with the full-time occupation, and I am part time, that gives me time to play the role of ‘housewife’ as well. For my responsibilities, well, we share a decently sized apartment and I am responsible for cooking, cleaning, washing up and other domestic affairs that go on in it. Payment of bills are a joint affair since we work off joint finances. So, let’s take you through what happens when Ryan comes home from work! Firstly, I am always expected to be ready for him. Ryan prefers me naked with some type of domestic item in my hand: An apron if I’m cooking a broom if I’m cleaning. He wants to know his boy is nude, which symbolizes my devotion to give my body for his pleasure, and his boy is working, which symbolized my domestication.

Let’s use Yesterday again as an example.

Typically, he gets home around 5:30 due to traffic. When he came home yesterday I greeted him in his preferred fashion, “How was your day sir?”.

“It was good boy,” he replied.

Next, I always rush over to take his coat. This is something Ryan and I saw in the 1950’s American Sitcom “The Donna Reed Show”. Donna Stone (Donna Reed’s Character) had twirled around and hung up her husband’s coat as he got home from work. That got him hard, well that and he thought she had nice tits! Anyway, he now expects me to be the dutiful ‘housewife’, except naked, and a wee bit more masculine. That’s also part of our routine, and I love it dearly, mostly because I love the 1950’s power dynamic. Its cliche but we both enjoy it.

When I am done hanging his coat he usually either sits at the kitchen table, or he enters the living room and lays on the couch.Yesterday he chose the couch.

When he was fully relaxed, I came over, knelt and asked, “May I get you anything sir?”

“Yes boy, get me a Red Bull"

I quickly rushed over to get him what he wanted and came back. Now at this point I usually kneel on the floor for a minute or so before he ‘dismisses’ me.

Yesterday, he asked me to join him on the couch. When he’s laying down one of the things he likes to do is lay semi-clothed with me fully naked up against him. He takes this as an opportunity to finger my hole if he’s inclined or to give me a little spank on the ass.

After he is done relaxing, we usually break domination for an hour and talk using our names. He would address me as “Evan” and I would address him as “Ryan”. This is the time we usually discuss the future, bills, events, holidays and where we want to take our relationship. I find this hour intermission from submission everyday gives us the ability to have a cohesive way to plan our future as boyfriends (and Future Husbands). Another thing I should mention, is whenever I say his name, he knows it’s a message to break from domination for a moment.

After this relaxation session, its back to work for me. Ryan usually spends this time catching up on some work from the office, and I usually make final preparations for dinner and serve it. I should point out, that throughout the day, from Lunchtime through to when we go to bed, Ryan has the authority to fuck me when he want’s where he want’s so long as I consent. I have no problem with this. I don’t mind feeling his cock rub up against me when I’m cooking, or if I’m bending over to clean I don’t mind him fucking me from behind. I feel it’s his right as an Alpha to exert his sexual dominance wherever in his home, he chooses. This is his territory.

Another aspect of our relationship is our monogamous sex life. My monogamy as his boy is mandatory. His own monogamy is at his will. This is an important dynamic. As his fag, I MUST obey, and serve only the will of my master, and he has willed me to be sexually exclusive to him. Now, on the other hand Ryan has complete sexual freedom. But you know what? He chooses not to fuck around, even though as a master he has the right. He might joke that he wants to eat out some girl or fuck some boy pussy, but he never does. He likes teasing me a bit especially with his bisexuality. He loves commenting on girls he finds hot. It’s all lighthearted and fun, but I find his sexual attraction to girls to be arousing as a gay man, he knows it too, and he plays it up for effect. I think the teasing aspect, brings him more sexual satisfaction instead of having sex outside our relationship. Getting me frustrated gets him very hard, he’s the type of guy that enjoys mind-fucking someone in good fun. Last point on that, the sex tends to be fucking amazing after this, because so many power dynamics are intertwined in this.

A critical part of our relationship is what we call the “Five Great Bonds” of our relationship. One day me and Ryan we’re looking through our bookshelves and I happened to pick up a copy of the King James Bible. That got me thinking about faith in general, and how each religion around the world has a special set of principles that define their faith. For instance, Christianity and Judaism have the Ten Commandments, Islam had its Five Pillars and Buddhism has the Eightfold Path. So, I got to thinking, why can’t there be a fundamental set of bonds that support relationships, like fundamental principles support faith? I brought this up to Ryan and he agreed, so we got to thinking what things unified him and I together, and we came up with five things, or, our Five Great Bonds. They are;

I. DOMINATION (The Alpha-Fag Dynamic)

This sexual dynamic is a stabilizing factor for us.

II. LITERATURE (Philosophy, Politics, The Histories)

We are both proud geeks and love our literature!

III. POLITICS (Liberal Conservatism)

We’re moderates, with conservative tendencies.

IV. OUTDOORSMENSHIP (Hunting, Fishing, Hiking)

Whenever we can we go out to hunt, fish and hike.

V. FAITH (Protestantism)

We’re religiously unaffiliated, but Protestants at heart.

A quick side note and this deals with sexuality. Something I’ve realized is Ryan is partially closeted. Now there’s subtle giveaways of his same-sex attraction. If we’re sitting together he holds my hand as an impulse, or when we go to eat he pulls out my chair and stroke my cheek (Which gets me aroused, God bless Good manners!)

So, it’s this interesting type of in-the-closet and out-of-the-closet that Ryan lives in. I can’t describe what exactly it is, I guess it’s ‘casually closeted’ if such a thing can exist? He doesn’t care about the small giveaways, but he won’t come right out and address his bisexuality publicly, which is a very interesting state. Most people don’t realize the stage from closeted to open isn’t like a light switch, it has many steps, and many people live lives that aren’t fully open, but that doesn’t mean they hate themselves or are fully closeted.

So, to recap, there are the four ways we differ from ‘traditional’ BDSM lifestyles. (This is what lead to my confusion and ultimately contacting you via anonymous message over Tumblr).

We practice a monogamous relationship: Myself out of my duty to my master, Ryan by choice.

We don’t participate in Findom: It would be odd since all our finances are shared.

We don’t practice chastity: Ryan loves, loves, loves to see my large ‘Fag Clit’ bouncing as he fucks me.

We limit our terms: He has three preferred ways to address me;

Evan (Public/Important Things)

Boy (Around House/Domination/Sex/Roleplay)

Fag (Domination/Sex/Role Play)

and I have two for him;

Ryan (Public/Important Things)

Sir (Public/Domination/Sex/Role Play/Around House)

I want to thank you again for responding. :) I hope you found our relationship interesting! I’ll be honest, I had reservations about dating a bisexual man, but I as a gay man have been convinced that our mixed-orientation relationship is the best thing that has happened to me. He’s dominant but merciful, powerful, but kindly, authoritative, but compassionate. He is the head of our household and I am his boy, but our dynamic, held up by our Five Great Bonds and fastened by love and respect make this relationship work great! We live super busy lives, so if I don’t get back to you I apologize. I give you full permission to post or do whatever you’d like with our story. We are private about our lives, but we’re ok with our first names out there. :) I’d also like to say, that I learned a lot from your Tumblr. You are a kind, compassionate, intellectual master, and I thank you so much for what you bring to the word of Dom/Subs and everyone in any kind of relationship.

Thank you.

With warmest regards from a very happy fag, I bid you good day!

This was a nice surprise when I woke up. Sounds like you’ve got things figured out; I’m a huge fan of couples with Dominant/submissive elements, since they demonstrate that you can find a dynamic which works for you, and that you don’t have to fit the cookie-cutter Master/slave dynamic. I love the 1950s housewife aesthetic, it’s something I actually enjoy comparing service too. Obviously there’s a lot of sexism in the idea that all women should be submissive to their husbands socially, domestically and sexually, but it’s a lifestyle which gay men (well, any person) can choose to adopt if it suits them.

Four obedient boys wearing their new uniforms for the time being. They didn’t look like this a few days ago. Back then they had bulging muscles and manly faces. The smallest boy on the right was the captain of the football team and the other three are his friends. Let me explain what happened to them. A few days ago the group of four decided to prank a group of three chemistry students. During PE they put itching powder on their underwear. The victims were the lauging stock of the day, going insane scratching their asses and crotches. The boys, sharing an apartment, were furious and started plotting revenge. Being good at chemistry they made a potion that would turn the tides again. The day after they spiked the drinks of the jocks. Just a few hours after the jocks had ingested the potion they knocked on the door of the apartment. One of the students opened the door and let them in. The jocks walked straight to the centre of the room. The other two students joined watching the expected spectacle. After not moving for a few seconds the jocks, as if under hypnosis, started to take off their clothes. They stripped naked and put their hands behind their heads, presenting their bodies to the chemistry students, who started to smile at the sight. Their potion worked and the physical changes would follow soon. And indeed they would. Suddenly the bodies of the jocks started to shift. Their height decreased a lot. The biggest guy, the captain, lost the most and ended up being the smallest boy. Much of their big bulging muscles disappeared too. Like balloons they deflated until a few small pecs were left. Nothing big and impressive but enough to look fit. Matching their former bodies, the jocks had impressive sized dicks too with quite the bush to match it. But that changed too. Their dicks shrank down to quite small sizes of 2-3 inches. All hair in the area vanished too. Finally their manly features changed leaving them with the boyish face of a twink. After that the transformation stopped. The only thing that hadn’t changed was the size of their bubblebutts which were now dominant features of their small bodies. The other men laughed and one told another to get the new uniforms. He left the room and came back holding a pile of clothing and a bag. He threw the pile on the floor and emptied the bag. In the bag were 4 small metal chastity cages and 4 big pink buttplugs. They quickly put the cages around the dicks of the former jocks, now small twinks, and plugged them like the good boys they are. Then they instructed the twinks to put on their uniforms. From the pile each of the twinks picked up a pair of black shorts and a bowtie. Without thinking they put their new clothing on. Then they presented themselves again to their owners. They were really satisfied with the results of their plan. From now on they would have the perfect house slaves. They could clean the house and cook for them. And the most important thing was keeping the horny students satisfied by sucking on their knees or bending over to take their master’s cock up their pussy. The cocks of the twinks would be ignored forever since they weren’t needed anymore. Their release was the cum of their masters from now on.

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The song that the cartoon fox had broken out into was coming to a close as he feverishly worked his hand up and down. His face was beat red and tears formed at the corners of his eyes, mingling with the nervous sweat that covered his exposed body. He was really doing it! Here he was sitting in a theater full of children and their parents, stroking his privates on the verge of climaxing like it was nothing taboo. He was painstakingly making sure that things went just as the list from his Master had instructed him. The last thing he wanted to do was cause a scene. People would see, the police would be called. He was going to be caught. The thought terrified him almost as much as it excited him - intensifying every touch of his hand against his firm flesh. There were still other tasks after this one. More indignities and indecencies. All they would cost were the last vestiges of his self respect. But for his Master he’d give up everything. Teeth bore into his lower lip, trying to quiet the heavy breathing, the moan caught at the back of his throat, the orgasm itself. Adrenaline mingled with pleasure as he felt his self-control vanishing… “Ooh … fuck yea …” *** Very softcore, I know. What is wrong with me? <snickers> I’m allowed to do something different on occasion! Again with the horrid backgrounds! Oh how I hate backgrounds! But the presence of people was integral to the scene so I spent a hell of a lot longer than I intended to and you still get cardboard cut-out people. Add to that the clothes and we find that I spent all weekend on this pic! Oye… Now I remember why I prefer boys naked … among other reasons

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break down of a goon

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There are many ways to have fun with your slave.

do you think… maybe… i might be able to cum soon Sir?

Oh… no not for awhile boy. *reaching down and caressing his boys face*

*curling up his toes* how long is awhile Master?

A week longer than last time you asked sweetie.

Master! *pouting*

What boy? You want to please me don’t you?

yes Sir :(

Denying you pleases me. So you see… you don’t really want to cum… Do you?

*looking down* no Sir… i guess not? :(

Good. Then I guess we don’t need to talk about it again any time soon do we?

*nostrils flaring and pouting* no Sir

On that topic though I’m feeling a little horny myself. I’m in the mood for some anal. I think you need a good hard ass fucking. Don’t you?

yes Master if you think so Sir

I do. Now up on the bed on all fours, spread your hole for me.

yes Master

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“Would you ever dress up for sex? You know, roleplaying? With costumes?”

He rolled over in bed to look at me. “Is that something you’d like?”

I blushed. “Well, you know my thing about men in uniform. Maybe - I don’t know - it might be fun to try.”

“And what sort of uniform should I wear for you, babe?” he asked, chuckling.

I thought about it for a moment. The options were tantalizing. “Army,” I decided aloud. “You’d look so hot in that.”

“Alright baby. And what about you?”

“What about me?”

“What are you gonna wear for me?”

My brow furrowed. “Wait - I thought this was about you dressing up? I dunno if that’s something I would -”

“Babe,” he cut me off. “If I’m going to be your soldier man, you’re going to be my cheap Saigon prostitute. I know just what you should wear.”

misterchristianx

Coarse hands ran over his body like so much meat. They parted his lips and examined his teeth. The judge was so close that Roland could smell the TicTac’s in the man’s mouth. The second judge consulted with him regarding his own findings in hushed tones that were indiscernible over the din of the crowd. The man’s probing hands fondled the inside of the pup’s legs, freshly shaven that morning during the hours of grooming and preparation for the Show. He tugged at the tailplug nestled within the youth’s innards, causing a momentary flinch on Roland’s otherwise determined face. If his friends could see him now, he thought with a combination of pride and embarrassment, as though such a mix were possible. His hair glossy and perfumed, his skin smooth and oiled. His Owner had even contemplated painting his nails for the event. Pink, no less. Whatever He wanted, of course, but Roland was happy that He had decided against it. Roland remembered his training and stood perfectly still, his eyes frozen on the suited form of his Owner standing in front of him, his leash held firmly in His hand. They had practiced this scene countless times over the previous weeks: Roland perched precariously on the table placed up against the apartment’s window which overlooked the bustling main street below. All the while his Owner did His best to distract him from his task. Whatever the people there on the street thought would pale in comparison to the judges’ observations at the Show and Roland wanted that award for his Master’s mantle. And so he stood firm, body taunt and flexed, mind focused on the man in front of him and the reward that would follow a good performance. The thought excited him and had had to fight the urge to smile and wag his tail. There were still a half-dozen other events before the awards ceremony and a dozen other competitors he had to out-shine. *** Two pics in two weeks. Not too shabby. No idea what the official name of the dog show is. It does need something posh. I do love an excuse to draw puppies. We’ll probably revisit the show again in the future just because it combines suits and puppy play. Special thanks to Roland for ideas, poses, and participation in this project. It is always nice to have a muse on hand to keep me duly inspired.

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The flashes from the cellphone cameras were everywhere. He could not escape them, no matter how tightly he clung to his Master’s side or which direction he turned.

His skirt was too short, so the bulge in his panties was plainly visible to anyone who happened to look down. Or, if he turned away, the cleft on his ass checks was equally apparent, owing to underwear too small and not designed for his genitals. It would not have been so bad if he did not have a raging hardon and a growing wetspot in the pink fabric.

The top he wore was equally useless, exposing his nipples to the chill evening air which only managed to make them perk up at attention. Attention which his Owner seemed affable to dish out, giving him the occasional tweak to make him squirm and blush furiously.

It had started out simple enough playing dress up at home. His Master teased him near the closed windows - parting the blinds so he feminine form was vaguely visible to anyone passing by, filling him with shudders of humiliation. The next thing he knew, he was out the door and holding on to his Master’s arm, terrified that he was actually going to dinner like this.

His Master smiled and nodded to a pocket in his coat and the outline of a dildo within. Dinner would not be any less shameful.

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I remember a pic like this from ages ago. I appear to have improved slightly from those days. :p

We do see a return of the sketchy background people. Sorry, folks wandering around on campus, you’re public appearance has fueled my background XD

This is not what I had originally set out do draw, based on suggestions from fans. >_> But that’s the way I work, I’m sorry to say. Random to a fault.

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Biker babe, belle of the ball, or beach bombshell; he will do it all. I just have to tell him which to be. But that’s what you do with dress-up dolls.

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Alliteration!

Not room for stories with these styles of pics, but they’re fun to do. A good chance to flaunt some fashion design, paper-doll style. :D I enjoy clothing, so if you don’t then I apologize.

The model should look familiar: once again I volunteered Steven/Roland to be my muse. *chuckles*

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Story to come at a later date. Something about long day at the show, all the naughty things Jakester got up to, and finally his owner finding him asleep and carrying him home.

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Apparently nobody liked my most recent pic. I haven’t heard that many crickets chirping in the audience since I first started posting XD So here, have some tooth-rotting mush, you Visigoths. :p

A couple little proportions issues that I just did not want to clean up. But this is definitely my best self portrait to date >_> Huzzah!

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The song that the cartoon fox had broken out into was coming to a close as he feverishly worked his hand up and down. His face was beat red and tears formed at the corners of his eyes, mingling with the nervous sweat that covered his exposed body. He was really doing it! Here he was sitting in a theater full of children and their parents, stroking his privates on the verge of climaxing like it was nothing taboo. He was painstakingly making sure that things went just as the list from his Master had instructed him. The last thing he wanted to do was cause a scene. People would see, the police would be called. He was going to be caught. The thought terrified him almost as much as it excited him - intensifying every touch of his hand against his firm flesh. There were still other tasks after this one. More indignities and indecencies. All they would cost were the last vestiges of his self respect. But for his Master he’d give up everything. Teeth bore into his lower lip, trying to quiet the heavy breathing, the moan caught at the back of his throat, the orgasm itself. Adrenaline mingled with pleasure as he felt his self-control vanishing… “Ooh … fuck yea …” *** Very softcore, I know. What is wrong with me? <snickers> I’m allowed to do something different on occasion! Again with the horrid backgrounds! Oh how I hate backgrounds! But the presence of people was integral to the scene so I spent a hell of a lot longer than I intended to and you still get cardboard cut-out people. Add to that the clothes and we find that I spent all weekend on this pic! Oye… Now I remember why I prefer boys naked … among other reasons

Permanent Enslavement

Any Masters out there looking for a no-limits 24/7 live-in slave? This blog showcases some of my fantasies, which, I admit, some people might find a bit extreme. While I certainly have my ideas and fantasies about what I want, none of that matters. If you are the right person to take control of my life, then my ideas are meaningless next to your ideas. At the end of the day, all I want is to provide service to you and to make you happy. I don’t care about your looks, age, or anything superficial like that. I just want someone who can firmly take control and mold my mind and body to his specifications. I live to serve.

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“Yes Boy, I know that the shackles are very massive and heavy. They have to keep a lifetime! I do not like to buy every few month shabby bondage toys from pseudo SMToy-traders. I´m an extremely demanding bondage master in all areas of life. Why should I make an exception in quality of tools for your education? My long term strategy is to own a bondage and rubber boy of superior quality, take care of him and never let him go. Thus, high-quality tools are a long-term investment. At the moment, you may be wondering if you can bear these shackles. You can believe me, you will. There isn´t an alternative for you. During the last months of our relationship you have developed very well. Today, I can announce that you have reached the next level of your education. This level goes along with more permanent practices and rules.

The rubber suit, which was delivered yesterday and you´re wearing now, is designed with a special interior coating and cleaning functions. The coating allows long term wear. Cleaning is still needed, but only every month by using the connection for a water hose and without the need of removing the suit. The suit is only flushed with water combined with a special cleaning liquid. The manufacturer guarantees a permanent wearability of 2 years without the need of a removal. Yes boy, you will wear this rubber suit 24 hours a day, 7 days a week for the next 2 years! The suit is very tight because of its thickness, I know. But this is quality to me, too. The zipper on the back of your rubber suit is locked with a padlock. But even when the padlock would not be there, you won´t be able to remove the suit, because your shackles will prevent you from reaching your neck, where the zipper ends. The chains are dimensioned so that your freedom of movement is sufficiently restricted to reach the zipper.

Maybe you think I make a joke. You cannot imagine how you can do your outside work with a rubber suit on and bound in chains. Your hope is that you will be free again after 3 weeks, when your holiday is over. Then let me tell you that I terminated your employment relationship. You do not have holiday, you´re fired and now unemployed, Boy! I have decided that your income is not needed any more. I have enough money and the household work is enough for you to be employed. Instead I will invest much more time and money in your training and education. The next two years you will learn what permanent bondage means. Not just playing a bondage game for some hours or over a weekend. You will stay at home permanently without the need to be free. You will be kept in full rubber and in any kind of bondage for much extended periods.

Although there is no need to go outside for work, it is quite possible that you sometimes will leave the house, but never without the guidance of your Master, and never untied. That means your rubber suit remains on and your hands are strictly tied together. How they are tied depends on the situation. In front with irons and a chain attached when having a walk with your Master, on the back with rope when staying around, or within the leather bondage suit that is used for the colder days. This leather bondage suit is very heavy. It´s made of a thick black leather of high quality. The suit is inside with fur and you will wear it over your rubber suit. With different lacing on arms and legs, the suit can be adjusted very tightly and your hands find their places in thick leather fist mitts at the end of the arm sleeves. The fist mitts are escape proof, because as soon as your hands slipped in, the attached leather belts will be closed around your wrists and locked with padlocks. When it´s winter time you will get addicted to the leather bondage suit. It was made especially for the use together with the rubber suit. So the connections for the cleaning functions can be reached through the leather bondage suit. There is no need for removal as long as there is no need for removal of the rubber suit.

With the new level of your education the nights at home need also more permanent practices and rules. Sleeping rules are very important for a boy. Since the whole ballast from your previous work will get lost, you will have much more time to think about your natural being as bondage boy. The extended times in bondage during the day will definitely have impacts on your brain. In a few weeks you will become hornier than in the past and you will think about your sexuality all the day long. In the nights you will have wild dreams, which have the power to make you do things like unauthorized masturbation that you would regret in the morning. Therefore it is very important to prevent you from that by strict bondage rules also during the nights. In the next weeks you will be trained to be able to sleep in a leather bondage sleep sack. The sleep sack is custom made by a leather goods manufacturer and designed to keep your hands away from your cock and balls. It is a good reminder to you of your slave status also during the night. In combination with the leather belts from your bed the bondage sleep sack is a very efficient overnight sleep restraint for enforced immobility. In the upcoming nights it will be a little bit difficult to sleep, but you have to learn, because strict overnight bondage rules are part of this education level and have to be applied from now own without any possibility to terminate.

Finally I have to tell you from the chastity rules, which also goes along with more permanent practices. You already know, I´m a strong believer in chastity for boys. I believe that a slave kept away from own sexual pleasuring will focus more on his tasks and duties. The Master will decide if or when a slave will have permission to be relieved, but it will be a rare occasion. For that from the beginning of our relationship you wear a locked on chastity device. At the beginning it was a smaller device and every two weeks you were allowed to jerk off. Six month ago we ordered then a real chastity belt made of steel and specially customized to your measurements, which since then remain locked on permanent, except the monthly relief days. Tomorrow normally the next relief day would come up. But with the new education level it must be cancelled. Your chastity will become permanent from now on for the rest of your life. That means that you will never receive a stimulation of your cock that is sufficient enough for ejaculation by me, by any other person or by yourself. Penile ejaculation is strictly forbidden forever and an accidental penile ejaculation must be prevented by stricter bondage rules according to the new level.

This does not mean that your sexuality is over. Your sexuality will become the center of your thoughts and feelings. You will become a crazy bondage addict, which is always desperate to cum but not able to. I will train you to focus on your tasks and duties. In future you get horny simply from hearing your Master coming home. You will get incredibly horny from sucking your Master´s cock and you will suffer in heavy long term bondage sessions. You will be allowed to surf on porn sites, chat with other masters, and share your experiences with other boys. Even inviting other boys for licking, kissing and dildo fucking sessions are allowed, when all participants are securely bound and penile chastity is ensured. All horniness derived from these actions is welcomed, but your horniness will never end up in a penile stimulation with an ejaculative orgasm.”

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