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That's it boy. You won't be able to see anything with those dark lenses, however, I'll have fun seeing your look of fear and despair đ
Ya, well, I've decided that you're gonna suck my dick faggot, right here, right now. Actually, get on your knees and kiss my sneakers and beg me to lick my asshole. Take them off and sniff and worship my stinking sweaty socks and tell me what a pathetic ass licking cocksucker you are and how badly you want to service me, how subhuman you are to a superior straight guy like me, and I'll rub my stinking socks all over your face and mark you with my masculine stink so you'll continue to smell it for days, it'll remind you of what a pathetic sock sniffing faggot you are. Look at you, getting down on your knees about to do what I say without even the slightest objection. Pathetic. You know you deserve this humiliation by a real man. After this maybe I'll go over to your place and hang out, use your shit and use your face as my footstool as I relax and enjoy. Think of my stinking sweaty socked feet heavy on your face for hours, the stink, the humiliation, the power they and I will have over you. It's both pathetic and fucking hilarious. C'mon, over to my sneakers and start licking. I don't care if the neighbors see, they should see what a pathetic faggot you are. Imagine the bullying and abuse you'll suffer from all of them after this. You won't be safe coming and going from your place. You won't be safe IN your place. You'll end up sniffing every guy's stinking socked feet on the street after they see this. Everyone hates faggots, they'll love degrading you.
115 Ways to use and abuse a filthy faggot!
Sit back and make him suck your dick, nice and slow.
Train him to deepthroat your cock.
Fuck his face, balls-deep, like itâs 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 havenât 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 itâs been in his ass, your ass or another faggotâs 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 youâre 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 buddyâs 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 youâre 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.
Donât 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 youâre fucking another faggot and make him lick your cock as it goes in and out of the faggotâs hole.
Make him eat your ass while youâre 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 faggotâs ass.
Make him clean out another faggotâs ass after youâve 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 beerâs 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 heâs 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 youâre 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 â with water, or perhaps your piss â 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 âMasterâ or âSir.â
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).
Stranger Danger
Part 1
Luke had always been a keen cyclist, and today only underlined that enjoyment. The weather was perfect for a 30 mile ride, it was warm, sunny and dry. Infact the first dry day for about a week so he had been keen to change into his cycle gear and hit the road early. He was 22 years old and had been cycling for about 7 years, he was tall, about 6ft 2" with dark hair which was short at the sides and kept longer and floppy on top and he had a lean, fat free physique with legs that were tanned and slightly muscular as a result of his years cycling. Years of cycling and being on his school swim team had paid off for Luke and he had now a physique which was perfect for cycling. Truth be told, it was also perfect for looking good in his cycle kit, lycra isn't the most forgiving material he often thought but if you have the right figure there's something very sexy about the way the material clings to every curve. Luke definitely had the right figure. Although the keeping fit element to cycling had always been the main motivator, he had to admit to himself that the way the lycra felt and looked had always been a bonus reason for him to ride. He had a fairly large collection of cycling kits to wear, maybe a little too large and sometimes he thought maybe he enjoyed buying them and trying them on as much as the actual riding. Luke considered himself straight, in fact he had even dated, for a short while, one of the girls on his school swim team. The thing is, he had also liked two of the guys on the swim team as well, though had never done anything about these feelings other than let his mind, and his hands wander, when he laid in bed under the covers wearing just his dark blue Speedos . I guess if you held a gun to his head and made him choose he would admit to being bisexual.
Today he had slipped on his favourite kit. It was a black, long armed skinsuit made by Castelli, an all in one suit that had a tiny zip in the front that was pretty much invisible once done up. The effect was a suit that looked pretty much sprayed on and covered his body from his neck down to his thighs. The material had a wide black elasticated seam where it ended so that it clung to his legs and wrists. He finished it off with white cycling socks and shoes that clipped into his pedals. Safety being crucial, he also wore a red and white helmet with cycling sunglasses. He had, on a couple of thankfully rare occasions got a bit 'excited' on his rides, esp if he let his mind wander, and had allowed himself to enjoy the feeling of the lycra clinging to his body a little too much and was glad on those rides that he hadn't had to get off his bike. The suit was called a skinsuit for a good reason, and he wouldn't have been able to hide the impressive bulge straining the material to anyone that he might have met. Luke was blessed with being not only good looking but well endowed as well.
Today, he was pleased was not one of those distracted days. Today was all about the ride. He was about 20 miles in and was pleased with his pace so far. He was concentrating on the hill that was about a mile up the road and was taking in some fluids from his drinking bottle. Dehydration was easy to achieve but also easy to avoid. He was aware of a vehicle that was closing in from behind but he was moving at a decent speed so wasn't too bothered about slowing the traffic. The road wasnt quite two lanes wide and had a number of bends but was about to straighten up just before the hill so Luke figured the car could pass him then. He raised out of his saddle and sped up, powering down on his pedals to build up speed. The vehicle behind was now just behind him and could overtake him before the hill. Luke always felt a little vulnerable when a vehicle was just behind, esp when he was out of the saddle as he was aware he must be giving the driver a great view of his butt. His Castelli skinsuit had small padding to stop him getting saddle sore but didn't leave much to the imagination. If he was truthful he would also admit to quite liking giving whoever was behind him a view of his bum in the lycra, and hoped that they might appreciate the view. For some reason the car didn't overtake him, and instead stayed just behind. Not too close to be threatening, but close enough to be stuck behind him now the hill had started. Not particularly concerned Luke powered on and really pressed down into his pedals.
Suddenly the crank arm on the left pedal snapped with a loud crack and Luke was very nearly thrown from his bike. Through more luck than skill he managed to control the bike and click his shoes out of the pedals and bring the bike to a somewhat unelegant stop. His heart was racing as he had just about saved himself from a potentially nasty accident.
"Are you ok mate?" said a voice from behind.
It was the driver of what Luke now saw to be the van that was driving behind him. The van had stopped and had it's hazard lights on.
" Yeah I'm fine thanks, just a bit shaken up" said Luke. The van driver had got out and was walking to Luke.
"You did really well not to come off your bike, you were moving at a good speed"
"More luck than skill but yeah, that was close.." replied Luke, .."I'm glad you weren't trying to overtake me when my bike broke, I could have been hit by you!"
" me too, luckily I was happy enjoying the view" the van driver answered.
Luke nodded as he was looking at his broken pedal and assumed the guy meant the rolling countryside . What Luke didn't notice was the van driver was staring at his lycra clad bodysuit as he had said that.
Luke then realised that in his haste to leave his apartment and enjoy the sun he had forgotten to put his mobile phone in the small pocket on the back of his suit. He was now stuck, with a broken bike and about 10 miles from home.
"Shit, I forgot my phone" Luke said "could I borrow yours to see if I can get a lift home from someone please?"
" Unfortunately the battery is flat on mine so it's just turned itself off" said the van driver
.." where are you heading, I can give you a lift if that's any use? My names Jack by the way, and I use to ride myself, so I know how frustrating it is to be stuck on the roadside"
"Erm ok, thanks. I'm Luke and I'm heading into the next town, I live near the bus station. Is that where your driving to?"
" It is yeah, looks like you've had a lucky escape and now a free ride home" said Jack smiling.
Luke did a quick assessment of the situation. He was indeed stuck here, with no phone and no way home. This Jack guy seemed ok. He was about his own Dad's age, about 50 or so and seemed to appreciate Luke's dilemma, apparently being an ex cyclist. He looked like he use to cycle too, he was tall like Luke and was trim. He obviously kept himself in good shape. Luke knew it wasn't ideal to get a lift from a stranger but this situation wasnt exactly ideal either. Take a lift or have a very very long walk home, and anyway this guy Jack seemed nice enough, not the usual pot bellied van driver that shouts abuse at Luke for being too slow and holding up the traffic.
"Well if it's no hassle, I'd really appreciate the lift" Luke said hopefully.
Jack walked to the side door of the van, slid it open and said
" There's room for your bike back here, but I'll let you put it in as I know how expensive those machines are!" Jack smiled a warm and sympathetic smile.
"Great!" Luke wheeled his broken bike to the side door and looked inside the van. It had a lots of boxes and very large padded envelopes inside stacked up. There was plenty of room for his bike and he lifted it up and into the van, the roof was not tall enough to stand up in so he stooped over as he manouvered his bike and lent it against the boxes. Jack stood at the doorway and watched Luke as he did so, Luke was again a little conscious that he was giving Jack a great view of his butt as he secured the bike in place, as he was having to bend over right in front of him to move some boxes.
.."are you a delivery guy Jack?" asked Luke as he looked at the boxes , one of which was torn and the contents were about to spill out.
" I am today, my usual driver is on holiday, and I've had to collect some new things I'm selling and have a few specialist deliveries for a clothing company to make" answered Jack.
Luke commented that one box was split and he lifted it to show Jack. As he did so he noticed that the contents seemed to be an arm of clothing made from Latex, a material that Luke had often daydreamed of wearing, being like the Lycra he was wearing right now but a little more...full on. Like so many guys his age, he had spent his fair time on the web looking at porn sites, and recently he seemed to be steering towards sites with guys and woman in exactly this material. He accidentally on purpose let more of the material fall out of the damaged box, in order to get a better view.
Jack noticed and seemed a little embarrassed. " Oh shit, sorry about that, yeah I'm delivering for a clothing company that specialises in Latex clothing. I've got a few boxes to deliver and then I'm done for the day. Sorry if that seems a little weird but I guess I cater in clothing for people into a certain look!" Jack laughed trying to move the conversation on.
" Fair enough" said Luke intrigued but noticing Jacks embarrassment. " Each to their own I guess!" With that Jack stacked the box onto the others, and sneaked a little touch of the material without Jack noticing and jumped out of the van " thanks so much for the lift" he repeated " it would have been a very long walk home" he was glad to shift the conversation away from the Latex as he feared getting distracted and letting his thoughts become obvious in his crotch area....
The next few miles of driving flew by for Luke. Jack turned out to be a really nice guy, quite funny in fact and the conversation really flowed. It turned out Jack was 52 years old and had lived near by for about 5 years, apparently he drives these roads quite a lot and said that he actually thinks he's seen Luke riding his bike before. Luke thought it must have looked quite odd really, Jack was a middle aged guy in jeans and a t shirt driving along chatting and laughing with a 22 year old lad dressed in a skintight lycra cycling suit. But the conversation was easy and he relaxed into the journey, grateful that the miles were speeding past and he was heading home.
" Listen, I hope you don't mind but I need to quickly swing by my home to get a couple of extra boxes I need to deliver " Jack said . "I will only need 10 minutes to load up and you can wait in the van while I do so if you want? "
"Erm, sure " said Luke. He probably should have been a little concerned by the sudden change of plans but Jack seemed like a really decent guy, and anyway he was more than twice Lukes age so he wasn't worried at all, Luke may not be overly muscular but he was fit and could look after himself.
" I could do with a grabbing a drink at yours if that's ok" said Luke wiping his forehead, the days getting warmer..
.." no problem mate. You do look really hot in your Lycra.." Jack replied, looking at Luke. It was weird but Luke was sure that as Jack said this he ever so briefly glanced down at his lycra clad crotch but he dismissed this as Jack just looking around as they chatted.
A few miles later and they turned off the road and drove down a very narrow single track road. It was a road that didn't look well used at all and went on for quite a while, eventually turning right and opening out onto a gravel driveway in front of what Luke assumed was Jack's house.
..."wow, nice house and quiet too" Luke commented.
"Thanks mate, yeah I love the fact that its in the middle of nowhere. Nobody ever bothers me here and that's fine with me"
The van came to a stop in front of the house and Jack jumped out, leaning through his open window saying " you can wait here if you like mate, I've gotta grab some things out the van and get some bits from the house, I'll get you that drink"
Luke really liked Jack's chilled attitude to life, having chatted non stop for the last 20 minutes or so and to be honest he had ever so slightly bonded with him in this unexpected meeting and felt very at ease in his company, feeling like they had known eachother for years rather than minutes and so said.." I'll give you a hand if you like?, I could do with getting out the hot van to be honest"
"Great! If you could grab that broken box from the back I'll open the garage door"
Luke jumped out of the van and realised how hot the day had become. He pulled the top of the skinsuit away from his chest as the sweat was making it stick to him a little and he stretched as he got out. He then went to the vans side door, grabbing the box with the Latex outfit inside and, glancing over his shoulder to check he was out of sight, did find himself touching the material whilst gently adjusting his cock through the lycra. He quickly realised that he'd better stop, otherwise his cock would start to grow inside his skinsuit and Jack would wonder what the hell was happening.
He shook his head to clear away any unwanted thoughts and took the box into the house through the opened from door. The house was really cool, nicely decorated but very male oriented. It appeared that Jack didn't have a women to help him decorate, or at least not one that won the arguments! The colours and finishes were very male biased but looked good. Luke liked the place a lot and wandered through to the kitchen and found Jack there. Jack appeared a little startled as Luke walked in and placed the broken box on the counter top. He had his back to Luke and was finishing making his drink, stirring it's contents as Jack walked in.
.." perfect timing mate" said Jack. " Here's your drink, I put ice in it as it's so hot today, hope that's ok?"
" That's great thank you" replied Luke, as he took a long swig on the ice cold drink. It was extremely refreshing and he was grateful for it. He was more dehydrated than he thought and pretty much necked the whole thing in one go.
Watching him with interest was Jack who was just sipping his drink. .."blimey, at this rate I'll be preparing you another one sooner than I expected" he said smiling.
Luke wiped his lips with his suit sleeve and placed the glass down next to the box, looking at the Latex sleeve sticking out.
.." I've noticed you looking at that a few times mate" said Jack.."you're very welcome to take it out and have a proper look. I need to repackage it now anyway"
.." I have to admit I am a little intrigued, would that be ok?" asked Luke
.." of course" Jack said "I didnt quite give the whole picture earlier, I actually own the company that sells these clothes and this is a new line I've just designed and collected from the warehouse. I'd be very interested to hear your thoughts on how it looks to be honest" admitted Jack.
.." oh ok, you never know" said Luke..." If I like it I may order something from the range " Luke was a little surprised he had said that. His Latex kink had been kept a firm secret up until now, but he realised that his heart was racing at the thought of checking it out. He opened the box and pulled out a long garment that turned out to be a full body suit! Very similar in fact to the racing suit he was wearing but a thicker material with a much larger zip going all the way from the neck down to the lower back. The arms were full length and so we're the legs. Luke was immediately drawn to what he was seeing and feeling. The material being shiny and flexible must be super tight on whoever wore it he thought. What was most striking was the smell coming from the clothing. Latex has a very defined smell and I guess it's either love it or hate it. Luke clearly loved it as he unconsciously raised the suit up to his face and took a deep sniff.
..."the smell right?" Said Jack. .." I have to admit I love the smell of Latex too. Always have"
.." it's fantastic! " replied Luke
" I'd be happy to sell you that if you like it that much Luke" said Jack.. "there's actually more things from that new range in another box. That particular outfit is a two box set. The other box is in my storeroom if you want I can get it and you can take a look?"
.."yes please! " blurted Luke, almost shouting with excitement.
As Jack left the room to fetch box No 2 Luke was amazed with himself for sounding so keen. He was very surprised he was making his feelings so obvious but his head was giddy with excitement. By the time Jack had returned with an even larger box Luke was aware, though seemingly unconcerned about the growing bulge in his skinsuit. He was so keen to see what was in the new box he didn't seem to mind the fact that he was now standing in a strangers kitchen, wearing nothing but a lycra skinsuit and sporting what, obvious to anyone looking, was a large boner.
.."there you go mate. Box two. Its much heavier than box one as it's full of accessories." said Jack winking at Luke as he placed the box down in the counter top. " Latex is a great material, if you have the right physique I've always thought" pondered Jack out loud..." much like the lycra you're wearing now Luke, if you have the right look then it's very flattering." Noticing Luke's not unsubstantial bulge in his suit Jack delivered the killer question...." I tell you what mate, this is actually such a new line for my clothing range I don't have any pictures to post to potential customers of how the clothes look being worn by someone.This might be a little cheeky but if you're interested in getting that whole set for free would you mind trying a few things on and letting me take a few simple pictures for my website? Most of my clients, but not all, are middle age guys and seeing these clothes being worn by a young guy with a physique like yours would definitely help my sales.Don't worry about showing your face as that range happens to include a mask that covers your whole head so no one would know who's wearing it"?
" Oh I don't think so" answered Luke .." that is a little weird., I'm flattered you think I could model for you though.." but something in his head was making him feel very uninhibited and he really did like the idea of trying these on. "maybe another time, how about I just buy this range ?"
.."of course mate, I totally get it. We've only just met and here I am asking you to squeeze into a full latex catsuit and pose for some photos " laughed Jack. " I guess it is a little weird. That set sells for ÂŁ1000.00. I'm happy to accept credit cards."
.."fuck" replied Luke.." I had no idea it was that expensive. I cant afford anything like that.." he looked at the outfit in front of him and realised that he wasn't going to be buying it any time soon. Not for that sort of money. His was really feeling a little light headed now and was still sporting what seemed like an increasingly harder cock that was definitely throbbing harder than it ever had before.
.." I do like the idea of trying them on but it all feels a bit weird, I mean we only met by chance a couple of hours ago. What sort of photos do you need for your website...?" inquired Luke
.."oh only a few of you in the suit" replied Jack "then a few with the accessories on as well I suppose. I've got a small studio here that I've used in the past. All very straightforward, just showing potential customers how the clothes look from in front and behind...but I get it Luke, it's just a shame cos your a good looking lad and would model the range well I'm sure..." Jack said reflectively.
Luke had slightly fazed out of concentration for just a moment, and found himself coming back into focus mentally..." How many photos would you need? If it's just a couple and you can't see my face, then I guess being paid in a Latex suit is interesting....ok, let's do it but can I look at the photos before you post them, just to make sute I'm happy with them..?"
.."sure thing! That's great" exclaimed Jack. " I'll show you all the photos before I post them!."
End of Part 1
A hot story in 9 parts. The stuff that dreams are made of. Check it out
âYes, I know boy! You are very horny and expect your monthly release. Try to calm down in my arms, because your release today is cancelled. Your moaning is ok, boy! The gag will prevent you from interrupting me. IÂŽm very proud of you and you have been well trained the last months. But I have decided to make some adjustments on your training to achieve the next level of our relationship. I do not like playing games and you do not like to be exploited by being forced to execute silly commands. We are both real perverts meant for each other to develop a real BDSM relationship for 24 hours a day, 7 days a week, 365 days a year. Let me say we are tied together for the rest of our lives. But a good relationship is hard work, a never ending work. That means that your training never ends as my mission to explore you never ends. What I have already learned is that your horniness is a very important aspect of your slave soul. If your are horny your behavior is much better, the training methods are more successful, your mood is better and you can be kept in leather and rubber much longer. Therefore I have decided to do anything to keep you horny at all times from now on. Listen to me, boy! I will explain what that means for you.â
âThe consequences are very clear. Keeping you horny is easy as long as you are in any kind of bondage. The level of horniness can be raised by applying stimulation methods and making use of your fetishisms. But as soon as you had an orgasm the horniness has gone for a while. This is always like a reset. Troublesome progress is suddenly destroyed. From my point of view this is not acceptable any more. So I see no other way of keeping you chaste. Therefore your old chastity device have been replaced by new massive steel chastity device that is designed for long term. It has two safety mechanism independently from each other. Your penis is secured in the steel tube by your PA piercing in the front and the tube is attached to a steel belt that is locked around your waist. It is actually the most secure chastity device on the market that is designed for long term with special cleaning features, which can be used without removing the device. Even draining prostate fluids is possible with the device on. The main cleaning period, where the device must be removed, is indicated with 2 years.â
âSo from now on you will be kept in enforced long term chastity for the rest of your life, boy! You will never again achieve a penis stimulated orgasm. Even you will never touch your penis again. I will do anything to keep you always on maximum levels of horniness. Your balls and your prostate are able to produce their fluids as much as they can. But the fluids never end up in a release by a normal orgasm. Instead they will be drained by anal stimulation every month. A new monthly draining session will be established replacing the monthly release. Your chastity device will not be removed. You will be kept in rubber and leather and heavily bound on a draining table in a strict hogtied position. You will be hooded in the heavy padded leather hood and always strictly gagged. Then you receive the stimulation. The stimulation simply focuses on your butt and on your nipples. Nothing else is touched or will be considered. This will be done very consequently to bring you on the edge. Maybe in the first sessions you will be very horny, desperate to cum and leaking huge amounts of precum but nothing else happens. Then you will be still kept in the heavy hogtied bondage for a while and after the session a new month of BDSM training begins. Maybe a few months later your prostate is full of fluids and spilling over. Then you will experience what a draining session is like. Loosing fluids, simply dripping to the floor, without the feeling of an orgasm and with a minimum impact on the level of your horniness. Immediately again ready for further training.â
âThe long term chastity will lead to a paradigm shift. Chastity does not mean less sex. On the contrary. Your sex drive will enormously increase and must be considered as high potential of energy. This energy can and must be used in a meaningful way. So different consequences for your training will follow. Your mood and your endurance will not be a problem any more. So you can expect to be kept in rubber and leather for very long periods. Your bondage sessions will be increased. You have to endure longer periods in bondage and the bondage itself becomes heavier. There are also some new security aspects that must be applied for a chastity boy. For example you have to learn to sleep in a leather sleep-sack, because securely bound in a leather sleep-sack overnight is the only way for sleeping from now on. But what is the most important consequence is the adjustment of the training methods. Your penis and your balls will be ignored and the butt and nipples training will be increased. Finally all your saved energy will be readjusted to focus on your sucking skills. You will end up in a very horny gimp, covered from head to toe in rubber and leather, always kept in strict bondage, always ready for sucking services and never allowed to achieve a penis stimulated orgasm.â
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Breaking men into being babies is easy, but some boys are little trouble makers. Some men are submitting very fast, some need time to accept their new role in life, but some boys, like you, give up a fight thinking they can eventually win.
Daddy knows best, and daddy knows how to discipline a bad-mannered boy like yourself.
Before you met daddy, you were considered like a hotshot in the dating world. You went out for countless dates, only to have as much sex as you could. You took pride in your sexual conquests. Daddy knew it was your weak spot and he targeted it. He knew if he will hurt your pride, youâll fall like a baby into his arms.
Daddy had a plan for your special boy parts. A plan that he saves for his toughest cases.
Daddy took you over by his force and locked your penis in a cage. At the same time, he lubed your hole real good and forced a hollow anal plug into your butt. You cried as your penis pulsed in pain trying to get erected in the cage. More tears dropped from your hole stretching from the plug. Daddy shushed you as he began diapering you.
He left you alone in the room, telling you to think about the way you acted when he tried to be nice the first time he introduced you to diapers, and how you thought you were a big man and argued youâll never be babied, so he had to take drastic measures.
Your pride was hurt as you lay on the floor. The more you looked, the more you noticed it was actually a nursery. Baby toys were around, and other kinds of devices were in front of your fresh diaper. The cage in front of you was smaller, and the hollow plug was wider. You cried harder when you figured out that daddy is not done yet. ------------------------------------- It was rough but @bilbng86 eventually broke down.
With some suggestions from @bilbng86 I am attempting to keep this diaper on for the next 24 hours. Letâs hope I soak it!!!
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âBut I tried, I tried,â you cried while facing the corner.
âI donât want to wear diapers anymore!â you pleaded but didnât dare to turn around.
âI know you tried buddy, but these wet shorts and undies are of your making,â Daddy said in a calm tone.
Today you woke up dry. It was the third night in a row you woke up dry. Itâs been months since you and Daddy started to engage in ABDL. At some point, you lose bladder control. Not fully, but you had very little control anymore. You wetted most nights and sometimes had day accidents. In this time you discovered how submissive you can be, and how dominant Daddy can be. You became his dependent boy, and he became your all-mighty Daddy. Itâs not clear if you gave away all your adult privileges, or he took them away. But you had none.
âBut Daddy, please no, I havenât had an accident in three days,â you begged.
âI knew, and we tried potty training you, but I donât think youâre ready,â he said.
Lately, you asked Daddy more than a few times to take a break from ABDL. You liked it of course, but you needed a break. You needed your adult clothes, phone, TV shows, friends, boxers briefs. You need to swear. You needed to fight with Daddy. Now when you are âarguingâ with him, he calls it a tantrum and manhandles you straight to submission.
âBut Daddy, I donât need a night diaper during the day, please,â the tears kept rolling down your cheeks.
âThose arenât night diapers my sweet boy, those are your normal diapers from now on. You proved to me youâre not yet ready to be potty trained,â he said as he rose your wet shorts and undies.
After you woke up dry, Daddy put out kiddy underwear for you, saying itâs time for his boy to show Daddy how he grew up to be a big boy. You were so happy that things were going your own way. At some point, Daddy even handed you a cup of orange juice. You were so excited to drink from a cup again, after months of bottle drinking at home. The orange juice had a metallic taste, maybe it was the end of the season you thought, and just drank it all.
An hour later, you wetted yourself in the middle of the living room. You wanted to be potty trained so badly and Daddy was on your side. Now you are facing the corner wearing a thick diaper.
âToo bad, not a big boy yet,â Daddy said and smiled. --------------------------- @bilbng86 really tried his best.
Pablo invited Marc to play at his house after a few brief messages.
Pablo: I see you like sleepsacks, hoods, and breathplay. Did you see the video I published a few months back? I know you been following me a while.
Marc: Yes, I did, that shit makes me nervous though. I like hoods and sleepsacks but th breathplay makes me a bit nervous.
Pablo: Nonsense, you had guys vacuum pack you with zero air, you can get plenty of air in my double layer leather hood. I think you should come play, it's embarrassing that you live in the same city as me and have yet to come see me. Besides you do love sweaty leather gloves and I have tons of them!
Marc: Ok, I'll come play with you, though whatever you do don't make me black out.
Pablo: Deal, but I can't guarantee you how long you'll be my sleepsacked rubber prisoner!
Marc: Rubber prisoner, sleepsacked, as long as I don't black out you can keep me forever for all I care.
Pablo: I'll take that as consent if I do decide to make you a permanent rubber object!
Marc grew nervous, he didn't want to say another word to dig himself into a deeper situation. He went to bed and awoke the next morning. He walked across town to meet with Pablo. Pablo's house was a small brick house, he opened the red door and said "Come on inside"
Marc relaxed a bit seeing that Pablo's house wasn't some crazy dungeon. Pablo took him into the kitchen where an elderly woman was cooking. He said "Have a meal first, she makes great food." The woman pulled an odd stew out of a pot on the stove, she served a bowl to Marc and Pablo. Pablo pulled a jar out from his pocket and scooped a weird green paste into Marc's bowl and said "Eat it with this, makes it better." It was incredibly spicy but Marc didn't want to upset Pablo. Pablo took a small amount of the green paste as well. After their meal the two stood up and walked off into the basement. Pablo said "Jeannie you know the rule, stay out of the basement while I'm down here with friends." Jeannie shouted "I've too much cooking to do no time to the basement!" Pablo lead Marc to a mattress on the basement floor, on it was a neoprene sleepsack and next to it was a large table filled with leather gloves and hoods. Marc said to Pablo "Well this is impressive yet quaint, I was expecting you to be some merciless pro with a massive dungeon, this feels like another friends house I oft visited." Pablo chuckled and said "Strip naked and get into the sack." Marc slid his clothes off and put them on a chair and then laid in the neoprene sack, the cool thick rubber touching his body became warm very quickly. Pablo zipped the sack up to his neck after ordering Marc to put his arms into the internal sleeves. Marc said as the sleeves stuck to his arms "Why are the sleeves sticky?" Pablo said "Oh that's just some glue, it won't release until you orgasm at least 100 times, and it's all got to happen in 10 days." Marc squirmed and struggled "Come on man, there's no way I can orgasm 10 times a day for 10 days!" Marc said "Guess that's a you problem. You already agreed that you'd be happy to be my rubber slave forever anyway." Pablo pulled a double layer leather hood off of the table and forced it over Marc's head. He zipped the hood closed and said "How does it feel" Marc shook his head looking around the room through the small eye holes "Scary man, this is scaring me, just let me go!" Pablo grinned and said "I can't, not til you orgasm 100 times in 10 days." Pablo was wearing old leather gloves. He said to Marc "You like sweaty leather gloves right?" Marc grinned through the mouth hole "YES!!! I love sweaty leather gloves!" Pablo pulled his gloves inside out and smashed them over Marc's face before yanking the outer flaps of the hood shut and zipping it closed. Marc made muffled moans and yelled "Hey!!!! I CANT BREATHE!" Pablo said "Doesn't fucking matter, breathe my stinking gloves. That green paste makes anyone invincible after they eat it!" Marc made louder screams "HELP!!! JEANNIE!!! ANYONE!!!" Pablo unzipped the hood and packed his pair of gloves into Marc's mouth gagging him, he grabbed a greasy dirty pair of work gloves and covered Marc's face with them saying "Instead of breathing just a year of sweat now you'll suck on my year unwashed gloves that I've had for a decade along with my 40 year old work gloves that I've never washed once. Last I wore them was last week when I redid the tar on the driveway so they're really sticky greasy and nasty!" Marc whimpered softly, his mouth filled with Pablo's sweaty leather gloves. Pablo forced the hoods outer flap zipper closed and said "Best get to orgasming!"
Marc thought to himself "There's no way I can orgasm like this, it's too gross!!! These work gloves absolutely reek! 40 years of sweat, they stink of tar and mud and I think there's even some cow shit on them. Whatever it is it's terrible!"
Pablo grabbed a ziptie and ziptied the hood and sleepsack zipper together and said "I'll see you later... maybe... I've got lots to do upstairs with other people. People who aren't total sweat addicted rubber objects!" Marc made more muffled whimpers as he heard Pablo walk up the stairs. Knowing he was alone and could barely breathe aroused him wildly. Marc squirmed against the tight sleepsack and squirted a few orgasms before falling to exhaustion and blacking out inches from falling off the mattress. Pablo returned the next morning and said to Marc "You only orgasmed five times, the sleepsack has all sorts of monitoring equipment on it. I think I best just hide you away somewhere for your eternal imprisonment in rubber with my dirty gloves!" Pablo dragged Marc off into another area of the basement, he opened a squeaky hinged door in the floor and let Marc's sleepsacked body slide into a narrow hole in the ground. He was stood there in the hole. Pablo cut the ziptie and unzipped the hood and said "Hope you're ready to be buried alive in dirty gloves!" Marc tried to spit out Pablo's gloves but his mouth muscles were too tired to do anything but make muffled cries. Pablo walked over with a wheel barrow full of gloves and dumped them over Marc. Marc's body felt more and more compressed as Pablo kept dumping one barrow after another of filthy gloves over him. Marc looked up at Pablo with desperation in his eyes. Pablo completely ignored his desperation and let 100 pounds of gloves pour over his head completely sealing him off from the world. Pablo closed the door and yelled "I'm welding this shut, nobody will ever find you. You are nothing. You are just part of the floor in the basement now. Marc heard a metallic snap and then heard the crackle of the welding torch. Pablo yelled "Ripped the handle off the door, welded it shut, and now I'm gonna carpet the basement and make it nice looking. You literally are nothing but part of the basement floor, buried with my filthy gloves. For eternity all you will breathe is your sweat in that sleepsack mixed with the foul smell of thousands of nasty gloves around you!" Marc orgasmed uncontrollably several times a day despite Pablo working above him, sealing the door off, rolling carpet over it, stapling the carpet down. Marc was terrified, he realized that he was truly no longer a person to Pablo, but nothing to him, just part of the floor.
Pablo days later finished working on the basement and went upstairs, he brought Jeannie downstairs and said to her "I've made the basement nice and usable now, you don't have to stay out of the basement anymore." Pablo set up Jeannies sewing station right above Marc's head. All Marc heard and the only sign of time passing was whenever Jeannie would come downstairs to listen to her radio and sew different pieces of clothing. Marc had wondered how much time had passed after what had seemed like an eternity and then he heard muffled booms knowing that it was New Years Eve. Many years later Marc remained there, breathing the rotting smell of the gloves and sweaty sleepsack, compacted within the grip of gloves and the neoprene. One day when Jeannie wasn't there Pablo yelled "If you can hear me stupid object, it's the year 5000 and you're never going to come out from in that pit. GET USED TO IT!" Marc could barely handle the smells, he was baffled at how he kept orgasming almost five times every day despite the almost toxic stench around him getting worse and worse. The heat was horrendously intense, the air was humid thick and stunk. It stung his lungs to breathe. Marc cried silently realizing that he brought this horrible fate upon himself. Marc wished he could orgasm the 10 times per day alas it was no use to hope now 3000 years after being buried away in what could only be summed up as a modern day oubliette filled with nasty gloves!
Be careful who you play with, be careful what fantasies you let people know about, because you could end up like poor Marc, buried alive in nasty gloves, trapped in a tight sticky neoprene sleepsack never to be freed from the stinky horrifying oubliette of stinking filthy gloves!
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Itâs pretty much been all about him for long as I can remember. Occasionally though Iâll be at work and come across an ad or something and the model or the clothes he has on hit me deep in my submissive core. It can be overwhelming. This happened yesterday and he noticed I was a bit heated. He asked what was going on. I told him I wasnât really sure. I just saw this picture and showed him. He smiled at me and said, âHeâs cute. I bet youâd like to be with him wouldnât you?â I said I wasnât sure that I wanted to be with him, but for whatever the reason Iâm having a very physical reaction.
âItâs OK boy. Youâve been caged for almost 2 months now. Itâs normal for you to have visceral responses from time to time. Why donât you pretend I am him. Take off your clothes so he can see your cage. Get on your back. I bet he would love to fuck that pussy of yours. Who wouldnât want to be with a cute little fag like you?â
I laid on my back like he said, and imagined he was him. I came in my cage when he fucked me. It was fantastic, but I felt embarrassed that I got off to somebody else. He told me not to worry. After all, he was fucking other fags. Why should I get a little strange once in a while.
The young man was trapped in a napkin and wrapped in a thick adhesive tape. Can not get it. I moved to it. He could not help himself. When the helplessness came, it was tortured with the use of a nasal adhesive tape. And body heat and torment. I have a lot of sweat. If you think you will find a way to escape.
When trying to escape. Tired until fatigue. He was treated with a plastic bag covered with a head covering for breathing difficulties. If you are hot, suffer mental disorder, sweat. It may sound crazy and outrageous.
 It is the ultimate test of cruelty.
The stud slave should have been out meeting model women at bars. He should be taking over his fatherâs firm and enjoying living a life of luxury and easy life. But ever since he met his owner at that bar in Miami things have taken a turn for the rich boy.
He meets his owner whose words were smooth and easy to listen to. As the man talked to the young stud the stud become more and more relaxed. Soon the stud was following the man back to his place. There that night in the man dungeon the stud went from alpha playboy to beta slave boy. He moved in with his master who opened his world to many different kinks and fetishes. The slave quickly learned he loved all of them. After a few years, everyone in his old life had left him behind. But that was fine now he was a slave to a great master.
After his rich dad cut him off the slave now moved into his ownerâs house. He went from a massive luxury apartment to a small dog cage at the foot of his ownerâs bed. He also no longer owned clothes. What he did have were the outfits that his owner wants to see him in.
Mostly that was leather, rubber, sports-themed or anything else sexualized that the owner found attractive. The slave did not care.
He did not care when he had daily hole training and workouts. As his build was being built up and his hole was being stretched out, his mind was being broken down. Soon the slave IQ had dropped so low. He was dumb beyond belief. But that is what his owner wanted a big strong dumb sex toy. That is exactly what the slave was now. He knew every kink imaginable and was a master at it as he enjoyed being used and abused by his owner. This was his new life and as the years went on he forgot that it ever was anything else.
The Faggot's Pledge
I WILL SWALLOW unless otherwise instructed. A Manâs cum deserves it as does the Man himself. Swallowing reinforces the bond and the position between Man and faggot.
I WILL DEEPTHROAT to the best of my ability regardless of whether I gag. A well-rounded faggot must master the use of its lips, tongue AND throat to maximize a Manâs pleasure.
I WILL NOT USE MY HAND unless instructed. My mouth and faghole is my sexual organ.
I WILL NOT TOUCH MYSELF when sucking a Manâs cock. His pleasure is my own. To suggest otherwise is deeply disrespectful.
I WILL NOT EXPECT RECIPROCATION â ever. See above.
I WILL MAKE MYSELF AVAILABLE and serve on His terms to the very best of my ability. A Man should never have to jerk Himself off when a faggot could do the job, instead.
I WILL BEG HIM TO CALL ME NAMES, such as âfaggot,â âcocksucker,â and âcumdump.â A faggot must accept its place on the sexual totem pole. Such names are a Manâs way to claim His superiority over a faggot.
I WILL CONTINUE TO SERVE for as long as a Man deems appropriate, whether minutes or hours, without complaint.
I pledge these things because I am a faggot, and because I am at their service.
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A Faggotâs Place
A bowtie, a chastity cage, a clean boy pussy, lubed and plugged, wearing only a jockstrap and socks.
The boy awaits his Alpha retuning home from a long day at work. He has a cigar cut and ready to light, a glass of bourbon poured and a cup of ice beside it.
He waits on his knees at the garage door waiting on his Alpha to come in the house.
When the Alpha walks in the boy will be looking down, he will say thank you for letting me serve you sir. If the Alpha responds, the boy will then look at his sir in the eyes. A boy never looks away from an Alpha when being addressed.
Before going any further, the boy will lean in and kiss the Alphaâs shoe(s). He will then return back to sitting on his knees and await further instruction.
If the Alpha has requested to change upon arrival home, the boy will begin undressing and servicing his Alpha with his mouth. Slowly licking his Alphaâs entire body and enjoying the taste of his Alpha.
If the Alpha is hungry, the boy will serve dinner, which has already been prepared.
If the Alpha has to piss, the boy will consume it all where the Alpha is standing. Alpha piss must be consumed directly from the source and must never be wasted.
The Alpha may just want to sit down and smoke the cigar, and drink the prepared bourbon. If this is the case, the boy will light the cigar, and then place it in his Alphaâs mouth. An Alpha should never have to work in the presence of a boy. Especially a boy trained to take care of the Alpha. While the Alpha is smoking and enjoying the bourbon, the boy will massage the Alphaâs feet, temple, head, comb his beard, or rub his back. He will also still keep an eye on the level of bourbon and cigar length in case the Alpha should want more. The boy will ask if he should pour more or grab another cigar. The Alpha should never have to ask.
When dinner is served, the boy should ask the Alpha if he would like to feed himself or have his boy feed him. His plate and favorite beverage should already be made once he sits down and served promptly afterwards.
Once dinner is over, another bourbon should be offered as well as a cigar. If the Alpha decides to not indulge, a hot bath or shower will be prepared. The Alpha will then be informed his bath is ready. When his Alpha enters the bathroom he will be undressed by his boy. The boy will then lick the Alpha all over to indulge in the rich taste of his Master. This includes licking the Alphaâs ass regardless of cleanliness.
The boy should always accompany his sir into the shower or bath wearing a chastity cage and an optional butt plug. He will then bathe his Alpha as he has been trained. Once the Alpha is finished, he will fetch a towel and allow the sir to exit. The boy will finish cleaning himself so that he will be clean and presentable for his Alpha for the rest of the evening.
The rest of the night is then entirely in the hands of the Alpha. He can go to bed, he may want to watch TV, he may want to go for a drive. His commands will be followed to perfection. Any deviation of the command will lead to a spanking of the boy.
Live To Serve.
Accept your place
Learn your place
Know your place
Love your place