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How to Become a True Locked Bottom Bitch
I’ve hd several conversations with locked boiz over the past couple weeks where we discussed how to truly become a locked bottom bitch.
Now, you may ask, “But isn’t having your cocklette permantently riveted in a cage enough?”
The answer is “No.”
I believe that the point where you no longer focus on your cocklette as a source of pleasure, that it’s simply the thing you piss from, AND when your holes have become your only sources of sexual release - when you learn to have anal orgasms ans squirt cum from your soft cocklette from receiving a man’s cock (or dildo) - then and only then have you truly become a locked bottom bitch, a true servant of real men, an acolyte of cock, a disciple of sexual energy.
I’ve been asked how to get to that state of mind, to that place where we want to be. Now, I haven’t quite gotten there myself; though in truth, I no longer think of my locked cocklette as anything other than something to piss from. I no longer get erections (though sometimes a bit of swelling) and I haven’t had a real, honest-to-goodness orgasm in 623 days (as of 4/12/15). But I haven’t gotten to the point of being able to have an anal orgasm while being penetrated every time. It HAS happened but I would love to have one every time my hole gets used.
So here’s my theory on how to move from a cock-focused life to a hole-focused life.
1. Get that cock caged!
2. Stay locked’n’deniedlonger each session. Start at 2 weeks, then 3, then 4 … and just keep going.
3. Now the real trick, of course is to shift your sexual NEED from that locked cocklette to your hole. So, they way I’ve done it is simply by fucking a dildo EVERY TIME I GET HORNY.
Its that simple. Back when I was a top with a free cock, when I cruised porn I’d take my hard cock in my hand and wank one out. Or, when I mad my bottom bitch, Carlos, would kneel under the desk with a plug in his ass and suck my cock until I told him I was ready to blow. Then I’d put him over the desk and fuck my load into his El Salvadoran ass.
Remember when your cock was free? I bet you stroked that sucker every time you got the slightest bit horny.
Well, now, instead of thinking about your useless cock … go jump on a dildo - the bigger, the longer, the better. NEVER cruise pron without being ready to fuck a dildo the second you get horny.
You will train yourself to equate “horny” with “penetration.” That’s the key.
4. When you watch porn stop thinking about that real man’s cock, look at that bottom bitch taking it. Hear him moan. Think about your hole and how wonderful and amazing it feels when it is being penetrated. My God! Writing this now I have the urge to grab my Kevin Dean dildo and fuck it into me!
4. Once you’ve gone 6 months locked’n’denied you are ready to go permanent … invest in that stainless steel cage that fits perfectly and rivet the fucker on!
5. NEVER stop training. When you’re horny … fuck a dildo, fuck your man … fuck a stranger. Watch porn? Fuck a dildo. Each and every time!
The chastity cages we all so love to use just tackle part of the “problem” of being a submissive bottom. We have to change our physical, mental and emaotional states.
If you have additional suggestions on how you have learned to become a true bottom bitch … please share!
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LoBOTTOMized: Part 1
———————————————————————————————————– I haven’t posted anything in ages. If you like this story, send me a message with some feedback. If I see enough demand I’ll continue it. Need that sweet motivation ;p
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Luke stared at the neatly wrapped brown paper package on his bed. Over the past few weeks there had been a dramatic shift in the behaviour and attitude of the men in his dormitory hall. It was just a few guys acting weirdly at first, but now practically everyone had begun walking the hallways with paranoia and introversion. Several of his buddies, that were usually so loud and outgoing, had all but boarded themselves in their rooms and artfully refused or dodged his attempts to hang out with them.
This all started when that package showed up. Luke knew it was somehow involved. He had come home late one afternoon from practice to find it sitting outside his door with no identifying information on it, other than a tag with his name. In his desperation to pass out and enter a vegetative Netflix induced coma he had tossed it aside where it had become buried beneath mountains of dirty clothing.
He thought he was being silly, but at the same time he was a little hesitant to unknot the little twine that secured the paper packaging in place. He gave into his curiosity and tore it open to reveal its colourful contents. He burst out laughing at what he found. Inside was a fuchsia pink lycra jockbrief. On the waistband, in big bold letters, it read “BOTTOM BOY”. Relief washed over him as he figured one of his stupid friends had just sent it to him to mess around with him. His friend Kyle was always playing pranks on him and this definitely fit his modus operandi. Rapidly losing his sense of distrust he pulled up and stretched the fabric in a few different directions. He felt like an idiot to think this is what had caused the change in behaviour with his friends. It was probably just that exam season was rapidly approaching. A sly thought slipped into his head.
He slid his shorts down his muscular thighs leaving him fully naked. He quickly pulled on the faggy jockstrap and snapped the waistband against his abs, carefully fixing the leg straps around his high and tight bubble butt. Immediately he felt something off about the underwear. He liked the stretchy lycra material, but It had a strange pocket inside the pouch where he figured he had to stuff his junk. It also appeared to be at least a size too small, cutting into his ass and making it squish obscenely out the back. Disregarding this, he opened snapchat and went over to his mirror to strike a seductive pose. He turned to the side and stuck out his ass to emphasize its impressive size. He thought Kyle would get a laugh out of that, probably expecting Luke just to see the jockstrap and throw it out and give him hell about it later.
While he was waiting for his friend’s inevitable snarky reply he took a moment to appreciate the hard work he had put into his body. He was attractive by anyone’s standards. Blue eyes, messy brown hair, and a killer smile. A perk of being on the swim team meant his skin always kept a golden glow from all his swim meets in the sun. He was proud of the progress he had made on his pecs, which now stood out as two hard platforms from his chest, and the definite V shape his core had. He had never really paid much attention to his ass, but wearing this skimpy jockstrap really showed him how blessed he was. His perky globes sat nicely atop large and defined quads. He easily could have been an underwear model. Especially with the humongous size of his bulge that he was now mindlessly tugging through the stretchy material. He was actually starting to become accustomed to the underwear, so much so that he was considering wearing it for his girlfriend, were it not for the giant print on the waistband declaring him a bottom boy fag.
His thoughts were violently interrupted when Kyle started blowing up his phone with texts. He smiled while opening up his messaging app thinking his friend would be paying him out over the photo. Instead, it was something much worse. His smile quickly faded. He read the four texts.
“TAKE THEM OFF NOW.” “I THOUGHT IT WAS JUST ME”
“I CAN’T FUCKING GET IT OFF ME!!!!”
“IM COMING OVER”
Kyle’s texts confused Luke at first. He thought he was being ridiculous until he tried to tug down his underwear. He tried softly at first but instantly felt the fabric resist. It was as if it was actively clinging on to his skin. He tugged harder and was met with equally opposing resistance. He laughed out loud nervously, thinking how ludicrous this situation was. It couldn’t be real. He tossed his phone aside and attempted to give it a real try. He couldn’t even peel the waistband off his abs. He gripped the jockstrap at all the angles he could fathom. Pulling the fabric out at his bulge, pulling at the straps across his ass (which just violently stretched and snapped back), and tugging the underwear desperately down his thighs. It made no difference, they would not budge an inch. Panic began to set in.
He ran to his study desk and opened the top draw, pulling out a pair of scissors. The material should easily be cut. He tried to slip one of the scissor blades up the leg hole of the undies but he couldn’t separate it from his skin. He tried pulling and bunching the fabric up and cutting it but it suddenly felt like he was cutting chainmail, not soft stretchy lycra. He grabbed one of the ass straps and tried to cut it. He struggled and used his body weight against the scissors and his desk as they refused to cut the strap. He pushed so hard the scissors snapped in half without doing an ounce of damage to the jockstrap. He swore.He didn’t know what the hell was happening. Amongst his confusion he began to feel something shift around his groin.
Luke always had a big, thick cock. Soft it was 6 inches and still half as thick as a can. His balls were also perfectly in proportion to his dick, nicely large and egg shaped. His bulge was prominent and stood out proudly from his crotch in the tight jockstrap. Now however, he felt the fabric around his dick and balls begin to twist and contort. The weird pouch that held his package began to rapidly shrink and start to squish his penis and testicles. He screamed at the sudden painful compacting sensation and cupped his bulge. The feeling began to shift from pain to pleasure as the material around his dick and balls began to shrink in rhythmic pulses. His cock involuntarily began to twitch and get hard in the jockstrap as it fought against the tightening fabric. With each shrinking pulse he let out a moan. The pleasure was becoming so intense he started to lose composure and had to lean back against his desk for support. He could feel that his dick was at it’s full hard 9 inches in the underwear. As the front of the jockstrap shrunk away, the tightening material pushed his hard dick downwards so that it was flattening his balls against his body and the main portion of his cock was being forced down between his thighs, right up against his taint, like how he heard drag queens tuck away their dicks. He kept pawing at his dick in a frenzy trying to loosen the material and stop what it was doing but it had no effect. The pulses began to slow as the pouch in the front of the jockstrap had virtually disappeared. Luke didn’t want to look down. He felt the most horrible unnatural sensation coming from his crotch. He slowly felt the front of his underwear and It confirmed his worst fear.
The material was tight and silky like lycra again but gone was his once big bulge. Where his dick and balls should have been was now just a flat, smooth bump. His dick was still painfully hard but because of the way it was being forced between his legs, it was completely inaccessible to him. When he pushed and rubbed his crotch he felt a numb pressure. He could get a small amount of pleasure from trying to stimulate his dick but it was a ghostly echo of what it used to feel like. He knew in his heart that whatever had happened with this fucked up jockstrap, it was permanent. He would never be able to use or get off from his dick again. As he rubbed his bump he started to feel tears welling in his eyes. How would he explain this to anyone!? His girlfriend…his swim team…it was all a nightmare.
Before he could contemplate his situation further, he heard a vigorous knocking on his door. He had completely forgot Kyle was coming over. He ran over and pulled up his shorts, taking a quick glimpse in the mirror how differently they fit with no bulge in the crotch. Suddenly, seemingly from inside his own head he heard a booming voice.
“YOU ARE A BOTTOM BOY. LUKE IS NO MORE. YOU ARE JUST A HOLE FOR COCK. YOU ARE A BOTTOM BOY. LUKE IS NO MORE. YOU ARE JUST A HOLE FOR COCK.”
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Tom Daley - Diver
That’s right you big tease “Spread them wide”!!!
Mmm 😟 I want a puupy tail butt plug. I think my boyfriend and I are gonna get one soon hehehe
Just locked up for the night, I hope I can sleep alright. lol My boyfriend has the keys at his place, and he said it's gonna be a while before I get let out Sometimes I think, what did I get myself into... but deep down I seriously love being locked up :))))