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Content Warning: image-sharing social networks; cordknit sweaters, tea
“A little bit of porn, as a treat”, Clark chuckled to himself as he clicked on the image-sharing social network in his tabs. Just five minutes, maybe a bit of stroking through the crotch of his jeans. That’s all.
Third pic down had a hotlink for a caption. Something about losing control. Sounded sexy. Clark didn’t particularly think of himself as kinky, but neither would he forego a gander at some hot guys in leather because it depicted a fantasy more exotic or extreme than his cup of tea, which was more, well, cordknit sweaters and, well, literal cups of tea.
Like the one by his elbow on the desk where he was sitting. It was a snowy day, the tea was warm, he had a minute, he clicked the link.
The new browser frame immediately pulled up a series of flashing images.
Asses, leather, rubber and occasional flesh; pumping, splayed, open, profane.
Hoods, mouths forced open, tubes, gags, a flicking tongue marking the only hole leading inside a face. Eyes deadening, his eyes? Were those images from his cam showing his lids descending slowly over dilated pupils?
He slammed the laptop shut. Only now did Clark have the presence of mind to stroke his erection. “Jesus, that was intense.”
He was slightly scared, or thrilled. Maybe the more he thought of it, the more scared turned to thrilled. But isn’t that how it is with everything?
With almost childlike trembling, he opened the laptop back up. The clip show that had been playing on the screen had stopped. But thinking carefully, he realized what had taken him aback wasn’t the pics of geared up guys he had been presented with, it was the fact that the show had incorporated what seemed to be live images from his own cam. Or maybe that had not been him?
Clark had decided he was going to contemplate it all over a fresh cup of tea from the kitchen, but somehow he found he had already impulsively pressed play. There was a succession of cocks and hips pumping into open throats, the heads attached to them sometimes held in place with hands, sometimes with straps.
Sometimes hooded, sometimes bare, sometimes shaved. What the fuck? Suddenly, Clark almost jumped out of his chair. For a second, he had been certain one of the faces going down on a cock, balls crammed into the mouth, lips pressed against short hairs, was his. “What the what?”
Again, he stopped the show. He was breathing hard now. Of course it was impossible to stop the show on the precise image that might have been his face.
So he had no way to know for sure. And he hadn’t recalled clicking any popup boxes that would give whatever was at the other side of this link access to his cam or personal photos. So part of his brain was racing to figure out how this could be happening.
And the other part of his brain was weirdly turned on by the fact that it was. Unsurprisingly, this was the part that was winning out. He wondered what he might see if he pressed start again.
So, without thinking anything more about it, he did. Boys crawling around in bitchsuits, their arms and legs folded up into triangular uselessness, their bare shaved asses exposed for hard use. Some hooded. Some, “fuck.”
Clark recognized it. It was not him quite as he was now, because the photo it was working from was actually five or six years old, he had no idea whether it had been poached from his hard drive or some corner of the internet. But the softer, sweeter, younger version of his own face was contorted into helpless ecstasy as anonymous men stood by at his other end, ready to fill him up, one after another–
Again, almost involuntarily, he had already clicked stop. Fuck though, he was so turned on. Despite himself, Clark unbuttoned his jeans and slid them down below his knees, freeing his strong erection, moist at the tip.
Almost immediately, the clip show had moved on. Clark’s mind swam. Other images, and some sets of words, filled the screen before being replaced by the next image. For a while Clark let the colors and shapes occupy him, relieved to be done with that shock.
Then came an image of a rubbered man, in a sling, legs up, ankles and wrists loosely cuffed to the chains from which the sling was suspended. Head shaved, eyebrows gone, a look of perfect bliss on his face, something absurd and impossible happening at the other end of his body. At the precise moment Clark saw in the face his own features, the next image had come on.
He started to panic. Several possibilities started to close in on him at once. One was that he was somehow imagining or projecting his features into these pics, recognizing himself in them because it was such a hot fantasy. The wish fulfillment function of the whole operation seemed perfectly natural. Maybe he was more kinky than he realized? Maybe this was a deep need of his he had not properly understood? Maybe his unconscious was trying to tell him something? Looking down, the rock-solid erection pulling at his boxers seemed hard to argue with on this point.
But almost immediately, another possibility loomed. Who was to say that wasn’t him in the pics? Who was to say he wasn’t that? Who was he to say what he was or was not, or what had or hadn’t happened to him? Suddenly the idea that the book of his memory might be a less authoritative version of what had occurred in his life than he had thought seemed pretty valid?
No. He jammed the lid of the laptop down again, he got up, he went into the bedroom, jerked off perfunctorily, suddenly very careful about what he did and did not fantasize about, and after cleaning up, he tried to put it all out of his head and go about his day. So many errands, on a day off. So much to do.
Occasionally as he was running around the house, toothbrush in his mouth, searching for his keys, he would spot the laptop out of the corner of his eye. It was something he did not quite trust any more. He joked mordantly to himself it might need an exorcism.
Finally, all the disturbing questions that had come from his distressing encounter with that damn clip show having been compartmentalized and filed away, he was ready to head out the door. There was grocery shopping to do, dry cleaning to pick up, and–
On the small porch outside his own front door, as if they were just getting ready to knock, were four men. Clark was immediately terrified. They were dressed head to toe in black leather officer uniforms, completed with sam brownes, leather ties, and peaked caps. But their faces were hidden with rubber hoods, only eyes and mouths visible. One of them had a very large duffle bag.
“Can we come in?” one of them asked, as casual and polite as if he were there to sell insurance, or encyclopedias.
Clark was just barely able to feign a normal tone of voice. “Ah, sorry, I’m just on my way out. I have errands.” His game plan was to get away from these men, get somewhere where there was people, figure out what to do there.
“How is your internet? Are there any problems?” another of the men asked, barely able to contain his mischievous glee.
“Oh fine!” Clark countered, stepping out the door, taking out the keys to lock it behind him, determined he was going to get away. “I was online just now–”
“Yes,” added the one carrying the heavy duffel, “we know.”
“Fuck,” and with that Clark started to hyperventilate.
“The problem with your internet is that you keep choosing to go offline. Think of us as the repair crew, here to offer maintenance for a faulty part. You.”
With surprising ease, two of the leather men had pried Clark’s housekeys out of his grasp, another had opened the door and pushed him back inside.
Clark was angry now. “Are you for real with this trick or treat nonsense?”
One of the uniformed guys was already making himself comfortable on Clark’s loveseat in a way that he found intensely grating. “Look, we’re not here to hurt you, steal from you, harm you in any inconceivable way. All we want from you is for you to go back to the little internet address you were at just now, and watch it for four hours. At the end of that time, we’ll perform some light tests to determine what effects it had. Then we’ll be on our way.”
“Oh wow,” one of the men called out from the kitchen. “You should see this guy’s tea collection! Do you mind if I put some on?”
“Yes, I mean no,” Clark answered, flustered, as another of the men had already flipped the lid on the laptop and was powering it up.
Suddenly it hit him: ten minutes on that clip show had affected him substantially, made him doubt his own reason and memories. What would even an hour do? “Guys,” Clark put up his hands, “I really don’t think this is going to happen.” He laughed nervously.
“Oh, this isn’t about something happening,” one of the men pshawed. “You just need to watch a little more of the same little movie you were watching before, and this time not turn it off before it gets to the really good stuff.”
Clark just realized something. “But wait. I just clicked that link the first time a little over 45 minutes ago. And you’re here now? How did that happen?”
The man in the kitchen making himself the pot of tea started laughing: “Well, the immaterial, inhuman machine consciousnesses who are kind of our gods, kind of our bosses, understood from the reblogs when the link would reach your queue, and from your own internet history the likelihood of your receptivity, so, well, surprise!”
Glancing over, he saw where the leather guy who had been at his computer had now not only found the right tab to resume the clipshow where it had been left off, but was connecting to the laptop a set of VR goggles.
“No, guys–”
Clark suddenly felt leather-gloved hands reaching around from behind him, unbuckling his belt, then unbuttoning his jeans and sliding down the zipper.
"What the fuck–?“
"Look, it’s simple,” said the man standing and facing Clark. “You could run out of here right now. You could struggle. You could fight us. But you’re not going to.
“We know you’re not. Just as we knew you were going to let us in. Today is going to have a lot of lessons for you. About bliss, about the nature of pleasure, about the truths we hide from ourselves. But the first of these is going to have to be this: we serve entities that know you better than you know yourself."
At this point the man who had been standing behind Clark was now sliding the jeans down his lightly-haired thighs and calves. Another of the leather men had opened the zip on the duffle a large, canvas, very functional and institutional-looking, straitjacket.
"Arms up, please”, the man standing behind him said, and without thinking Clark complied. “Look at how good he is at following instructions even now!” Clark heard the man say, before affectionately mussing his hair and then sliding up his collared shirt over his head and arms.
“Can we just talk about this? I just want to know some things about this before we–” “We really don’t need to. Talking is skipping a stone across the surface. The information we’re working from is the total of all the ocean that is your desires, wishes, dreams, even the contents of your personal emails. You know, the hookups you couldn’t go through with?”
“How did you–?”
“Arms out,” said the man holding the straitjacket. Clark, even as he was trembling, was obedient and even helpful.
“You are doing such a great job with this,” said the man behind him. For a moment, Clark allowed himself to blush appreciatively.
He felt the sleeves of the jacket get affixed to the outside, in crossed position, and the buckles tighten against his back, one by one. He had never so much as ventured to one of the bars or attended a demonstration or been bound in any way. Even having just cum moments before, his cock strained at its erection.
Then one man took his shoulders and another his feet. They laid him down on the floor. The one who had held his feet removed his shoes, jeans and underwear. Then he slid three adult diapers under his ass one after the other, the tapes of which were then fastened, one after the other, barely containing his ferocious cock.
Finally, the crotch strap of the straitjacket was tightened, so as to hold everything in place. A cord was unspooled from the desk where his computer was, the VR headset attached. Belatedly, Clark knew there was nothing more he could do. He was under these men’s control, and the last offramp had been passed.
One man bent behind him, got his hands beneath his shoulders, and pulled him upright. They walked him over to the chair where he had been watching the laptop earlier, sat him down gently but firmly, brought down the VR goggles, made sure the strap on it was snug.
He started to cringe, and wiggle in his helplessness. “Can I at least tell you guys my name?” he asked. I know you know it already, but it still feels weird,“ he said.
"I’m Clark.”
“No you’re not.”
you have been reading -Squad, being Part V of
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Chastity is easy, right?
Ready to Be Used …
On one hand, chastity is really easy.
One day your lover/Master/Owner locks you up in a chastity device and tells you to forget about touching, getting erect, or even cumming for the near future.
You’re turned on for a bit right from the get-go and you probably get resoundly fucked then fall asleep in each others arms. You wake up a few times with some burning or pinching. But, you feel good about living out your dream of being locked'n'denied.
That’s the easy part. Then …
After a few days you start to miss touching, fondling your cock. You miss that exciting feeling as it grows stiff in your hands. And you say to yourself “God, I wanna cum.”
You figure your keyholder will be back on the weekend and he’ll let you out. He’ll let you stroke your hard cock and bust a nut whilst he’s fucking your hole. But Friday night comes and he’s tired from working all week and he just wants to have a nice meal, some cuddling and a good night’s sleep.
Laying in bed, spooning with him, you reach behind to feel his cock because you miss the feeling of yours. Even though he’s tired, his cock responds … hardens in your hand. It’s then that your cock suddenly swells in the cage … almost hurting.
He turns to lay on his back and you turn and duck under the covers. You hold his hard cock at the root and bring his swollen, hot, soft cock head to your lips. You breathe in the smell of him. Your tongue darts out to touch the tip to find he’s already oozing. You open your lips and let his cock slowly enter your mouth.
You start to suck his cock slowly, respectfully … enjoying the feel of it as your throat relaxes and more and more of it slides deeper down your throat. There’s a deep sigh from him.
As you suck him your cock swells and fills every bit of space in your cage. Your hole twitches and your mind suddenly screams in need. You want to leap up and drop yourself on his pole, rape yourself on him. Your body desperately needs release … you’ve never gone this long without cumming.
You’re a good boy and you focus on his cock. You feel it thicken, harden. He’s moaning now. His body squirming. You suck harder. You feel that tube in his cock swell. He grabs your head with both hands and fucks your throat.
With several ecstatic grunts his load explodes in your mouth and you swallow every drop.
After a few moments letting his cock soften in your mouth you pull up while he turns away and falls instantly asleep. Sated.
You’re left there, cock still swollen in its cage, hole still twitching, and your whole body yearning for the exciting, explosive ending. You spend the next couple hours trying to get back to sleep.
Then it gets worse …
You wake up in the morning with your cock trying to burst out of the cage with a morning hardon. Groaning in pain you run to the bathroom … but you can’t take a piss cuz you’re all swelled up. You splash some cold water on it, and that helps a little.
You jump in the shower and distract yourself with that at your cock finally calms down. You relax and the piss jets out of you splashing everywhere and you sigh with relief.
Just then your lover opens the door to the shower, his turgid cock swaying deliciously. He grabs you and kisses you passionately making your cock swell again - it’s been a whole week since it’s been free of the cage. He puts his hands on your shoulders and pushes you down to your knees. "Open" and you obey and open your mouth.
He puts the tip of his semi-hard cock on your tongue, sighs and a torrent of bitter morning piss jets like a firehouse making you choke and sputter. His piss is everywhere, mouth, face, soaking your hair.
When he’s done he pulls you up and kisses you and rinses you. He begins soaping your body and you are so turned on by him, by your need than you moan just from his touch. You turn and present your ass to him; he knows you need his cock. With a bit of soap for lube he works his hard cock into your needy hole.
Ecstasy spreads through every pore of your body. His need is such that in no time at all he’s no longer making love to you he’s fucking you, shoving his cock as hard and deep as he can get it in you. Your hands are gripping the shower walls. You moan, whine with the aggressive fucking you’re receiving, and you hear yourself beg for more, beg for release. Even though his pounding has knocked everything from your mind; your body remembers the dozens of times this exact same thing has happened but you were free to grab your cock and cum with him.
But no longer.
You feel him rush. You can tell his cock is going to explode a load of his cum deep in your bowels. He can no longer hold back and he screams his orgasm into your shoulder. The two of you vibrate together in the final surges or cum and orgasmic energy.
He holds you for a bit, gathering his strength, his heart rate and breathing back to normal. He pulls out of you and a gush of his sperm squirts out, plopping on the shower floor. He steps back a bit and rinses his cock. He steps out of the shower and goes back to the bedroom.
And you’re left wondering when he’ll unlock you and let you cum…
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Chris remembered seeing the plywood on the floor and the pile of padded leather straps and box of metal clamps and screws on the table in the otherwise empty guest room. He had said nothing. He and his buddies had spent the rest of the evening drinking beer and playing poker in the den.
He couldn’t remember much of anything else from that evening…except that he had lost some sort of big bet…and the repeated sound of an electric drill jarring him in and out of restless dreams throughout the night.
He woke up some time Saturday morning, completely unable to move with even his head strapped tightly down in some sort of football helmet. He cried out, and Jim, who owned this place, entered the room and smiled down at him from above.
“Good morning, boy.” he said. “If you keep making noise like that I’ll need to gag you. You wouldn’t want to spend your first day as my bondage boy gagged.”
Jim stepped away, and Chris suddenly remembered the bet…he was going to be bound like this all weekend. He furiously struggled with all his strength, but literally couldn’t move an inch. As he lay there, panting, he realized that this was somehow turning him on. A massive erection had formed in his tight shorts, which seemed to swell with every tug and pull against the firmly attached restraints.
And suddenly a strange desire came over him. He wanted more. He started yelling and cursing as loud as he could, until Jim returned, carrying a thick gag, a handful of straps, and the electric drill.
Slave Safety
The following was written by the slave of a friend of mine, whose Tumblr blog is http://masterworxx.tumblr.com/.
Whenever these come around, I find they are always worth reposting.
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SLAVE SAFETY
As a psychotherapist working in the gay community, I thought this was so well said and so germane, I’d like to share it. This well organized thought came from another web site. Dr. Ed ( dred)
SLAVE SAFETY
Advice from one slave to its brothers
1. Until you agree to submit, you are in control of what you do. Every Man you come across who says He is a Master deserves appropriate respect and deference. But simply because He says He is a Master does not mean you owe Him submission. Your submission is a gift. You choose Who to give it to. And until you choose to give it to a Man, you remain in control and should exercise that control — but always with respect and deference.
2. Never meet a Master for a session of service or s/m play before first meeting to talk. Remember what they say about bars? That the closer to closing time it gets, the better everyone looks? Keep this in mind also when you’re online. Everyone can look good online. Everyone can say the right things, type the proper words. Enjoy cyber — but know it is only cyber until you meet.
If you have spent extensive time with Him online or on the phone and feel okay with Him, you might consider that to be the meeting. But it still remains best to meet first in person — preferably in a neutral place, like a restaurant. Show Him respect and deference, but until you choose to submit, you remain in control of yourself even if you are at His place. Until you choose to give Him this control, His requests for you to undress, sit on the floor, or whatever, no matter the tone in His voice, are merely requests, not orders, until you accept them as such.
3. It is best not to plan or expect a session at this first meeting. Let it be just a meeting to find out if the two of you click and want to continue. This is a good test of the sincerity of the Master. Almost all will tell you They want an ongoing thing. If this is true, and if They really want you, then there is no hurry. You can meet first … and plan to have the session the next day, if you want.
4. Be totally and completely honest with potential Masters about what you seek, what your experience level is, what you fear, what you crave, and what your limits are. Your ego and your desire to not disappoint a potential Master may make you want to exaggerate. But it does no one any good if you tell a Master you can take a bullwhip when you have never even been flogged hard.
A good Master is not as concerned with how intensely you can play as with whether you genuinely want to play. Good Masters are looking for reactions and potential for growth. If They get a good reaction out of a slow, light flogging, They are as satisfied as when They get a good reaction out of a full-force bullwhipping. Well, maybe not as satisfied, but satisfied enough!
And never say you can take anything. You may find your forehead branded before the night is out.
5. Be totally honest with yourself about what you seek. There is an undercurrent in the leather community that a hierarchy exists among submissives. According to this “common wisdom,” it is better to be 24/7 than part time, it is better to be a slave than a boy, and so on. Don’t fall into this trap.
What is best for you is whatever meets your specific desires and needs. To be a man who submits only in sessions because this is all he needs is as valid and as good as being a man who submits to the complete control of a Master on a 24/7 basis because that is what he needs. Don’t let anyone, fellow submissive or Master, try to make you into something you do not need or want to be.
6. Follow your gut feeling about the Master. Even if your head cannot come up with specific reasons not to trust the Man, if your gut is sending up any sort of red flags, listen to it. If you find you are talking yourself into submission to a specific Master, then He is not the One for you. At the same time, learn to recognize the difference between fear of giving up control, which is good and exciting, and uncertainty about a particular Man’s trustworthiness. Most of the Men you meet will be trustworthy and not a problem. But a few will not be.
7. When you meet with the Master, do as much interviewing as He does — but do it respectfully, of course. What are you trying to find out about Him? Several things. Does He respect you as a man? Does He respect you as a slave? Will He respect your limits? Does He understand your level of experience, and will He work with it? Does He have experience or skills in the type of activity He wants to do, or is He just off on some fantasy trip? Do you like this Man as a person?
And, not unimportant, do you find this Man attractive either physically, personally, or because He has something to teach You? (Not every Master has to be a physical fantasy trip. Some may not be but are still well worth submitting to because you will learn a lot and They can give you exactly what you need.)
8. One major thing to look for is whether the Master is concerned about your needs and desires, about what you want to get out of this. If there is little discussion about your needs — if all the talk is about His needs — He is probably not the Man you want for a long-term situation, though He may be great for a quick session focused totally and completely on His desires. If you pick a Man like this to submit to, realize that you will probably need to take care of your own emotional and physical satisfaction. He is not going to give it to you.
9. Never go to a first meeting or session (or even a second or third) thinking that this Master may be good for a long-term relationship or for total control outside of when You are together. You are very likely to find yourself hurt and disappointed if you do. Full or 24/7 control develops over a long period of time — it is not created out of thin air.
10. When considering a Master for long-term or total control outside of sessions, look at the total Man. You are going to spend a lot of time with this Man outside of sessions. Do you like Him that much? Can you deal with all His idiosyncrasies, bad habits, insecurities, and personal baggage on a continuing basis? And if you think He doesn’t have any of that stuff, then you have just not seen it. And if you have not seen it, then you do not know Him well enough for such a commitment.
11. Limits. Have two sets: temporary ones, which you decide when to lift, and permanent ones, which always remain in place. You need to decide what belongs in each set. To help you understand the difference, here are the limits i used to use — and still do if my Master wants me to hunt for outside experiences:
Permanent — Safe sex. No scat. No blood. No drugs. Nothing illegal. No permanent damage physically, professionally, personally, or emotionally.
Temporary — Meet first. No total bondage; either legs or arms must be free at all times. (Yes, I want to be able to kick Him in the balls if I need to — or fight back some other way.) No blindfolds. No gags. Safeword. (We’ll talk about safewords below.)
You are the one who drops these temporary limits — one at a time or all together — as you get comfortable and feel you can trust the Man. You may even decide to drop them in the first session. But use your head, and listen to your gut, in deciding when to drop them, not your cock. If you are still not comfortable enough by the third session with a Master to drop any of your temporary limits, you probably don’t trust Him enough and shouldn’t see Him again.
(Having said all this, i must add that all limits, even permanent ones, go away if you are owned — and owned for a long time! Once the trust is total, there is no need for any limits. But you still choose when the permanent ones go away, not your Master.)
12. Try to get references on a particular Master before you commit to any sort of a session. Leather clubs and organizations are good for this, as are friends and people you talk to online. A good reference from another bottom is better than any sort of assurance from the Master Himself.
What to do if you get a bad reference? Don’t automatically reject the Master. Find out why the reference is bad. It could easily be that the two men simply did not click, or that the Master’s interests did not correspond with the slave’s. This can happen between any two men and is not a sign that either one is untrustworthy or bad in some way. A disregard for safewords, however, or otherwise ignoring limits are good reasons to call it off.
13. When you have your first session with a Master, no matter how well you think you have gotten to know Him, you need to protect yourself in case you have made a bad judgment call. There are many ways to do this. One of the most common is to tell a friend where you are going, the Master’s name, and the address and phone number of where you will be, assuming you have these. Give your friend a time when you will call him to verify that you are okay. Tell him that if he does not hear from you by that time, he should take action to find you.
Make sure, though, that you give enough leeway in the timing so that the Master does not have cops knocking down His door because you thought the session would end at midnight and He was just getting going at that point! Also, make sure you do call the friend if you are all right, even if it is from the Master’s home. Let the Master know you have made this arrangement and when your friend is expecting to hear from you. A good Master will not be offended and will make sure you can place the call.
14. Safewords. Everyone talks about them. Almost every Master says He will respect them. But do not assume that because a Man says He will respect them that He will do so in the heat of a session. Respecting safewords is an easy promise to make — and an even easier one to break. Accepting a Master’s assurance that He will respect a safeword is like assuming the white line in the street will automatically stop every car the moment you walk into the crosswalk. Most Masters do respect safewords, but some do not. Build some trust in a Master first before accepting His assurances at face value.
Here’s a test you can use in the first couple of sessions. When you’re in a difficult position or undergoing some heavy action, make noises indicating it is getting very hard to take and that you need something changed. See what He does. An immediate response from Him is not necessary — He may want to see how far you can go. But a timely response to your distress should be forthcoming. If it is not, don’t assume He will listen to a safe word.
15. When you are talking with a Master online or meeting Him in a bar or elsewhere for the first time, know that you are both doing a seduction dance with each other. And if you both play your roles correctly, you will both get turned on.
Being seduced and turned on is a good thing, but recognize it for what it is. You are both looking for the buttons that the other reacts to, and once you find them, you are both pushing them to get the reactions you want — He in taking control and you in submitting. But seduction is not real life, just a part of it. Wait until you get to know the Man in real life before deciding He is the One you really want to submit to.
16. Play the field. You’ll need to kiss a lot of frogs before finding your Prince. One mistake many slaves — especially those who are just “coming out” — make is to jump into serving a single Master exclusively and totally before they have figured out what it is they want and need. Resist this temptation, no matter how hard your dick gets or how fast your heart beats when you first hear a Master speak the words you have only heard in your fantasies before.
Any Master worth His salt is going to be able to get you excited and eager to serve. That doesn’t necessarily mean He is the one to latch onto full time. It just means that while You were together, you clicked. Get lots of experience. Compare the styles and characters of many Masters. Learn from each of them. Learn about Masters and, more important, about yourself and what it is you really seek from your submission. Once you have learned enough, especially about your own needs, then you can consider Someone as a full-time Master.
17. Recognize that a Master without a boy is often as desperate as a boy without a Master. They, too, are human, and They like to have someone They can depend on to play with and be with anytime They want. Plus, Masters generally have good-size egos and like to be able to impress other Masters by saying, “I own a boy” — or more than one.
Because of this, you may get a lot of pressure to make a full-time commitment or to go into full-time training at an early stage of your acquaintance with a Master. Resist this. Do not do it until you are sure that He is the Man you want in this role. Indeed, one sign of a really good Master is that He may offer you a position with Him without pressuring you in any way to make a quick decision. Such a Man understands how tentative and unsure of themselves many unowned slaves are and has enough confidence in Himself not to need a trophy.
18. Do not assume that in the early stages of getting to know a Master that He will feel the same toward you as you feel toward Him. It is very hard for a male to open himself up and become vulnerable to someone else, but this is exactly what we slaves do when we submit to a Master. Doing so provides an amazing sense of relief and satisfaction, and we feel a strong bond with the Man Who has seen us become so open and vulnerable. We feel close to Him and want to be with Him.
But, at least in an early session, the Master does not do the same: He does not lay Himself bare to you just because He plays with you. While He may like you, may have enjoyed the session, and may want to see you again, don’t assume He is feeling the same strong bond with you that you feel with Him. Over time, if you and He develop an ongoing relationship, He will feel this way. But not at first.
19. Do not mistake this bond you are feeling for love. This is why so many slaves decide, after only a couple of weeks, that they have found the Master they have sought for so long. Then they are hurt and disappointed when, a few weeks later, it doesn’t work out. Don’t make this mistake.
Since it is seldom that any of us experience real love in life, we may not know what love really feels like even though we seek it so desperately. As noted above, once you have laid yourself bare in a session, given that much control and submission to another Man, you are going to feel very close to Him. But this is not love. It is simply openness and a bond beginning to form. Enjoy the bond. But remember that real love means you know the Man well — not just the Master but the whole Man — and that you accept Him for what He is, warts and all.
20. Finally, remember that this is all supposed to be fun and satisfying. If it is not, if you find that the Master is causing you to be upset, worried, guilty, whatever — if you are not having fun or being satisfied — then don’t play with Him. Find someone else. Too many boys take this all much too seriously and never really enjoy the hunt, never really enjoy the sex, never really enjoy the submission, never really enjoy being conquered by a Master, never really enjoy any of it. They work too hard and are too desperate.
Go out, enjoy, and have fun. It’s the only reason to do this.
The last point is the most important- if it is not fun and enjoyable - stop and walk away
If you are a sub/little/bottom/slave/etc (no matter your gender/sexuality) could you kindly reblog this so I and others may follow you?
Just thinking about how hot it would be to be in this position with a guys dick plowed deep into my throat while he smokes a cigarette and blows the smoke down into my face. Forcing me to look up at him as he does so just so he can see my face as I not only choke on his dick, but choke on the second hand smoke as well.
... Maybe he even pisses while I'm in this position before using my mouth as an ashtray. With my reward of his delicious seed depending on how well I suck him off before he finishes his cigarette...
And if I don't get him to cum before then... Well I'd have to be punished for failure to meet his expectations. Spanked by his belt, slapped around humiliatingly, dragged around the room by the ear occasionally being thrown while being yelled at for being such a pathetic slut.
''How much time has passed? I wasnt into bondage but that bastard convince me to let him try to change my mind. Uggg, why I let him muzzle and tied me up this easily, he even blindfold me for no reason. Im feeling so dizzy, what the hell was in that drink?!''
David faints during a pair of hours to awake for some minutes finding himself in a diferrent position without the blindfold and completely naked.
Wait how much time has passed? And this is not how he tied me at the beggining? Why Im naked? Aggg that fucking pervert!!! I can barely move with this tight ropes and I think I starting to like this, WAIT NO, what I even thinking , I want to be free. Why I even doing this? Im not even a bottom, I really hope that big and handsome dude dont fuck my pussie...., I MEAN MY ASS, what the fuck Im thinking... Uggg Im feeling dizzy again...''
David pass out and when he awakes he find the leather dom who agree to tied him up and again David is tied again in a diferent way with a leather straigthjacket, gagged and blindfold. The dom touches gently David´s fave with the leather glove.''
''Okay David, 3 hours have passed, the drink should have started to take effect, what do you think Jake, are you more into bondage? Feeling more submisive? Maybe I can start your training fucking up that pussie of yours.''
''MMMMHHHPPP''
''Shhh, there there, Im here, you will soon ready to serve me''
The dom takes David while tied to a cage and makes him enter laying down to the floor of the cage. When David is secure, the dom takes away the blindfold.
'' I have to make sure you dont touch that dick of yours boy so I hope you enjoy the chastity belt. Tell me, how do you feel about bondage now? It feels good isn´t? Don´t be afraid, I will take care of you, In return, you will serve and whorship me... I think is a good deal. But don´t worry we have to much work from now on, you will begin your training slave.''
The dom makes contact with David's face again.
'' As he touches my face with his rubber glove I feel aroused, why his touche comforts me?, Also, he did mention serve, and training, I knew it that he trained a lot of slaves, but I told him I wasn´t a submisive fag, Im ___ his slave, WAIT, IM ___HIS SLAVE, I ___'_ WANT TO SERVE HIM!!! WHAT THE HELL IS HAPPENING TO ME?!?!''
After 6 hours in the cage, the dom comes back and gets David out from the cage and ties he up against the wall.
'' We are going to start your training and I promise you that with more of the drink I give you yesterday In one or two hours, you will adore me as your master and your only duty will be worshiping me, you will love it, like the rest of cocky brats who come to me thinking they are to manly to be my slaves.''
''MMMMHHHPPP''
David feels his face covered up with a leather head arness with a muzzle while wearing mittens and laying down tied to a BDSM swing.
After the training, David is located in room, while complete covered in rubber and tied up with a straigthjacket, he remains silent with a ball gag as he wears the latex hood and additional gas mask, were he can breath air and some steam of the drink that the dom give him''
'' See you soon slave #37, I have to take some equipment for your training''
'MMMMPPMM MMMMHHP...''
Could I be slave #38, Sir?
115 Ways to Use and Abuse a Faggot
Men are entitled to use faggots as a source of pleasure, entertainment and service. It’s a basic law of nature. And yet, some Men are not fully enlightened about the ways in which fags can be utilized and leveraged. To assist them in their exploitation of faggots, therefore, i have compiled a list of 115 ways for Tops, Alphas, Doms, Superiors, Masters and Sirs to use and abuse faggots, bottoms, betas, omegas, pigs, slaves, sluts, pups, subs and all other variety of inferiors:
Sit back and make him suck your dick, nice and slow.
Train him to deepthroat your cock.
Fuck his face, balls-deep, like it’s a pussy.
Cock slap him.
Make him lick your sweaty balls.
Straddle his face and teabag him.
Spit on him.
Make him clean your sweaty ass after you work out.
Make him clean your dirty hole when you haven’t showered.
Piss on him.
Piss down his throat.
Piss in his ass.
Make him drink your piss from a glass.
Piss on a pair of underwear, or a jock strap, then wring it out over his face.
Finger his hole.
Fuck his ass.
Spank him.
Paddle him or whip him.
Fuck him with a dildo.
Make him clean a dildo after it’s been in his ass, your ass or another faggot’s ass.
Tie him up and use his holes.
Smack or slap his face.
Call him names.
Tag team him with a buddy.
Gangbang him with a group of friends or strangers.
Whore him out to friends or strangers.
Make him sniff and lick your piss-, shit- and/or cum-stained underwear.
Gag him with your dirty underwear, jockstrap or cum rag when you’re fucking him.
Cum on his face.
Cum on his face and make him wear the load out in public.
Cum on his ass.
Cum directly down his throat.
Cum in your hand, and make him eat it from your hand like a dog.
Organize a bukkake and cover his face with multiple cum loads.
Make him eat your cum off your buddy’s cock.
Cum on the floor or a table and make him lick it up.
Make him drink your load(s) from a shot glass.
Cum on food and make him eat it.
Save your loads on a cum rag, jockstrap or pair of underwear when you jerk off; when the cum rag is rank and full, make him suck the cum crust out of it.
Double-penetrate him with another Top or with a dildo.
Make him suck your cock while you’re taking a shit (i.e., give you a blumpkin).
Use his tongue as toilet paper after you take a dump.
Make him eat your shit.
Make him eat his own shit.
Make him jerk off with shit.
Make him smear his body with shit.
Flick or twist his nipples.
Write names (e.g., faggot, bitch, pig, slut), pictures (e.g., a cock and balls, a pig face, a toilet) or phrases (e.g., insert cock here, with an arrow pointing to its holes) on his body.
Make him lick your dirty toilet, or a public toilet, clean.
Make him wear a butt plug out in public (e.g., to the bar, to the gym, to the grocery store).
Piss on his underwear, or take a dump in his underwear, then make him wear them home.
Fart in his faggot face.
Tie him to your toilet when you have guys over, and tell them to use him instead of the toilet.
Fuck his face until he vomits, then make him clean the puke off your cock.
Don’t let him cum.
Make him ask your permission to jerk off or cum.
Make him eat his own cum.
Make him jerk off or finger himself while you and/or your friends watch.
Make him watch while you fuck another faggot.
Position him beneath you while you’re fucking another faggot and make him lick your cock as it goes in and out of the faggot’s hole.
Make him eat your ass while you’re fucking another faggot.
Make him clean your cock off after you fuck him.
Make him clean your cock off after you fuck another faggot.
Make him eat your load out of another faggot’s ass.
Make him clean out another faggot’s ass after you’ve fucked it.
Take photos and/or videos of him servicing your cock.
Finger your ass, then make him sniff and/or suck your stink finger.
Tie his cock and balls with a shoelace.
Blindfold him when you use him.
Fist his hole.
Fuck him with a condom and make him drink the cum out of it.
Make him drink the cum out of used condoms (e.g., at a party, at the bathhouse, at the park).
Cum in his ass.
Make him fuck another faggot, or get fucked by another faggot, while you watch.
Make him and another faggot fuck themselves on a double-ended dildo while you watch.
Make him lick your feet.
Use him as a footrest.
Make him give you a massage or footrub.
Hock a loogie in his face or down his throat.
Blow your nose on him.
Shoot a snot rocket in his mouth.
Take him to a bar; when his beer’s empty, refill the glass or bottle with your piss and make him drink it in public.
Make him pee at the urinal (e.g., at the movies, at the gym, at the bar) with his pants around his ankles so everyone knows he’s a faggot.
Shave his body.
Shave his head.
Save your piss in a bucket, and make him bathe with it.
Keep him in chastity.
Decide what he wears.
Make him wear a collar and leash.
Keep him in a cage.
Make him do domestic chores for you (e.g., laundry, cleaning, shopping).
Make him sniff poppers, then use him.
If you’re uncut, make him clean and eat the smegma from your cock.
Make him wear a ball gag.
Make him crawl in your presence, like a dog.
Make him eat his meals out of a dog dish.
Torture him with hot wax.
Make him give himself an enema — with water, or perhaps your piss — while you watch.
Give yourself an enema, then release it all over his face or body.
Make him service anonymous cock at a gloryhole.
Engage him in forced workouts.
Fuck him with found objects around your home (e.g., a broom handle, a beer bottle, a carrot, a cucumber, a wooden spoon).
Make him beg for your cock.
Feed him your pre-cum.
Make him lick your sweaty pits.
Make him call you “Master” or “Sir.”
Make him wear a hood while you use him so that the only sensation he has is the feeling of your cock in his hole.
Cum in his ass, then make him fart your cum into his hand and eat it.
Felch your cum out of his ass, then feed it to him.
Make him lick you head to toe.
Make him pick your pubes out of your underwear or off your toilet and eat them.
Make him wear a puppy tail in his ass.
Make him lick your boots.
Make him do a strip tease for you.
Make him service you in a public place (e.g., a restroom, a park, your car).
Of course, there are hundreds more ways to use and abuse a faggot. It’s my hope that this list stimulates imaginations and facilitates more Men putting faggots to use servicing Them as nature intended!
Uhhh YEP
I reblog just as a reminder. And maybe a Straight masculine Man will stumble across this and learn that faggots are born to serve STRAIGHT MEN in any way he commands. You don’t have to ask. Or say please or thank you. You simply state what you need want a faggot to do and the faggot says Yes Sir and will comply. It’s really that simple. Use a faggit and as a faggot should be used and he will crave to be owned by you
Thank you for the Superior Men that released this and making fags understand our true role and purpose in life…
Justin Stone
Living Latex
It started out on a beautiful Saturday morning, as you awoke and greeted the day you were, in turn, greeted with a plain cardboard delivery box at your doorstep. It was a normal brown box with limited mailing information. It was addressed to you with no return address and no stamps. Confused, you pick up the box from your porch and bring it inside.
You haven’t placed any online orders as of late and you don’t normally get gifts from friends. Carrying it to the table you take your keys and slice open the sealing tape, opening it up and are greeted to a latex gas mask and a black glossy note card that just says, “Welcome to the crew”.
Perplexed you lift up the mask from the box, it’s light and thin to the touch with plastic lenses for the eyes and the mouth slot being molded shut, with a few holes for air. Turning the mask over in your hands you see that it’s made to cover the entire head, down to the neck.
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Yep. Very horny right now 😈
THE THIRST IS REAL
HEAVEN OR HELL
I wished I had a Master who would keep me in these conditions.
A night in paradise is just a phone call away,
On rigole pas chez Bondage Prison !
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