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Handling the balls of a slave is one of the best way to break it and make it obedient

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The crop will correct any lapse in focus until Master feels it is displaying appropriate worship and devotion.

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The Perfect Faggot: A Life of Complete Submission

In my world, there is no room for ambiguity. Power and hierarchy are absolute. There are those who command and those who serve, and at the very bottom of that structure lies the faggot. The perfect faggot is not a man in any real sense—he is an object of service, a creature of submission whose very existence revolves around fulfilling the needs of the one who owns him. That is his only purpose.

To speak of the perfect faggot is to understand that he lives not for himself, but for the Alpha to whom he is bound. His life is one of total obedience, of unquestioning devotion, and of complete erasure of self. His body, his mind, his actions—everything belongs to the one he serves. He does not seek pleasure, for pleasure is irrelevant to a faggot. His sole focus is on service, on being the tool through which his Master achieves satisfaction.

Absolute Obedience: A Faggot’s Core Duty

A perfect faggot knows that his primary role is to obey, without question, without hesitation, and without the slightest flicker of resistance. Obedience is not just expected; it is demanded. The perfect faggot understands that he has no autonomy—his body, his mind, his every thought is governed by the desires of his Master.

I do not waste my time with creatures who question their place. A faggot who serves me does so without pause, without thought of himself. When I issue a command, it is carried out instantly, and if it isn’t, that faggot’s life becomes a living hell. The perfect faggot knows this and lives by it. Obedience is not negotiable—it is his purpose. He exists to serve, and he does so with every fiber of his being.

A Faggot’s Life: Void of Desire, Filled with Duty

The perfect faggot has no personal desires. He lives not for his own fulfillment, but for mine. His chastity cage ensures that he remains focused, that his own base needs are locked away and forgotten. The only pleasure he derives comes from knowing he has pleased me. His mouth, his body—they are nothing more than tools, instruments designed to serve an Alpha like me.

Let me be clear: a faggot’s purpose is not to find his own gratification. A faggot is not a man, and he has no claim to such things. His body exists to be used at my will, whether to satisfy my desires or to perform tasks that ensure my comfort. The perfect faggot knows this and accepts it without question. He understands that his worth is measured only in how well he serves me, not in his ability to seek out his own pleasure.

Perfection in Service: Always Ready, Always Available

A perfect faggot is never off duty. His life revolves entirely around my needs, my whims, and my satisfaction. He is always ready, always available, waiting in constant anticipation of the next command. His mind is sharp, focused solely on what he can do to better serve me. His body, locked in chastity, kept clean and neat, is always prepared for use.

When I call, he responds. When I open the fall front of my breeches, he knows exactly what is expected. There is no hesitation, no delay. Whether it’s his mouth that is needed to serve, or another act of submission required, the perfect faggot offers himself without pause. His purpose is to serve, to be available whenever I demand it, and he finds fulfillment in that role. There is no higher calling for a faggot than to serve a true Alpha, and he knows it.

Discipline and Devotion: The Core of a Faggot’s Existence

A perfect faggot understands that his role is not just about physical submission—it is about discipline. His body must be maintained in perfect condition, kept exactly how I expect it. His grooming, his attire, his appearance—everything is a reflection of his service to me. The perfect faggot is always immaculate, dressed in the way I demand, groomed to the highest standard, because he knows that his appearance reflects directly on me, his Master.

But more than physical discipline, a faggot must possess mental discipline. His mind must be focused solely on my needs, on anticipating my desires before I even voice them. He must be sharp, always thinking of how best to serve me, how to make my life easier, more comfortable, more pleasurable. His devotion must be absolute. The perfect faggot knows that his only worth is in how well he satisfies his Master, and he takes pride in that fact.

A Faggot’s Purpose: To Serve and Obey

The perfect faggot understands one simple truth: his existence revolves entirely around me. He is not a man; he is not an equal. He is an instrument of service, a creature whose sole purpose is to fulfill my needs, obey my commands, and offer himself for my use whenever I choose. His life is one of complete submission, and he accepts it without hesitation.

There is no higher honor for a faggot than to serve an Alpha like me. His body, his mind, his very being—everything is devoted to ensuring my satisfaction. His chastity ensures that his focus never wavers, that his thoughts remain fixed on his duty. His every action is governed by my will, and his only reward is the knowledge that he has pleased me.

In this world, there are those who command, and those who serve. A perfect faggot knows his place. He is not here to question, to seek, or to desire. He is here to serve, to obey, and to exist solely for the pleasure of his Master. And when he serves me well, he knows that he has fulfilled his one true purpose.

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My Most Humiliating Orgasm - by LockedSlut23

Master Felix and I were visiting Colours of Ostrava music festival in Czech Republic specifically because the Imagine Dragons were playing that year, so it was in 2017. At that time, I was locked in a chastity cage for about three weeks, which was my record at the time. I was very, very horny, however the Master promised he would let be cum sometimes during the festival. I can't blame him, he was enjoying all the attention I was giving him every night at the hotel. And sometimes even in the morning. He delivered his promise on the third night and to this very day, I remember that orgasm as the most humiliating one I have ever experienced.

I do not recall the details, but I know the last concert finished very late at night. We were drunk as hell and I would lie if I said there wasn't something more... spicier... included, so neither of us were very tired. It was an incredible day with a lot of fun, dancing and teasing. Every time Master got a chance, he pulled me aside to kiss me and put his hand into my shorts to play with my full balls and locked dick. It was driving me crazy. Anyway, when the last concert was done, the Master asked me if I would be open for an experiment. I was kind of hesitant, but the alcohol, light drugs and my horny levels pushed me over, so I agreed. Long story short, after 30 minutes on Grindr, we were about to meet a local guy, who was claiming to be an experienced dom.

First time I saw him he was standing on a bridge connecting the main road with a small forest. He had an average height, slim, athletic figure and one of those “appearance are deceptive” cute faces. Cherry on the cage was his dirty blond hair. He spoke broken English, but good enough to understand what he was trying to say. As a hello he handed to me and Master a bottle of beer. Like more alcohol was what I needed at that point, but it was a good way of breaking the awkward silence. After talking for a few minutes, out of the blue, he asked me about my chastity. Instead of saying anything I took a nervous sip of the beer and looked desperately at my Master.

“You told him?” I asked.

“Sure did,” Master laughed. Then I watched him pull out the cage keys out of his pocket and hand it over to Martin. Just as fast as the keys appeared, they disappeared in the pocket of a complete stranger, who just said “Thanks!”

“Oh come on…” I tried to protest, but already felt my trapped dick to press against the cage.

“So how long have you been locked?” Martin asked.

“Three weeks.”

“Nice, may I see?”

I looked at my Master, but he just nodded his head, telling me to do what was asked of me. Hesitantly I put my hands on my shorts to pull it down, but Martin stopped me. “Not like that, get on your knees”. Another look on my Master told me I won’t find any support in him. And so I took another sip of the beer, went on my knees in front of Martin and pulled the cage out. At that point, I was so hard it was pointing to the front. As I tried to accept this new position, I felt my Master’s hand on my head, slightly pulling my hair to keep me straight. Instinctively, I put my left hand around his leg for support.

Martin was smiling from ear to ear asking “How does it feel?”

I was way out of my comfort zone, but I wanted to continue, so I just said basic “I am very horny, sir”. Martin chuckled and replied “I bet you are”

“Wanna go in the forest so we are not in the open like this?” he asked my Master. “Sure.”

I wanted to stand up, but my Master’s head was pushing me down. I looked at him confused and noticed his massive boner poking through his shorts. He was just as excited as me. “You walk on all fours behind us,” he said to me. It felt so humiliating, but I followed the instructions. All I could focus on was my raging, trapped boner swinging between my legs with every step.

I followed them for a few dozen meters to a spot in the forest. It was hidden enough for anyone to notice us, but the lights from the road still reached there. Luckily, they allowed me to walk for a few final meters, so I didn't hurt myself. But as soon as we stopped, I was back on my knees with them standing in front of me. Master was the first to give me instructions:

“Hands behind your back and pull down my shorts”. After struggling for a few seconds, his hard dick slapped me in my forehead. He started to jerk off slowly while I continued to pull the underwear all the way down.

“My turn,” laughed Martin. I moved towards him, but his shorts were tied by a cord. I tried to pull on it to untangle it, but the knot was impossible to undo just by teeth. “Having troubles, fag?” He grabbed me by my chin and forced me to look up at him. “Yes, sir,” I replied humbly. In the next second he slapped me slightly as a punishment, followed by his warm spit running down my cheeks. Only after that he untangled the cord so I could continue. “Thank you, sir,” I said quietly.

For the next minute I was just kneeling there with my leaking dick and watched them touch each other. Over the chest, nipples, abs and feeling each other boners.

“Fuck this feels good,” exhaled Martin and looked at me. “Wanna join in?” I just nodded, but didn’t dare to move.

“And what would he do here? He can’t even get hard,” Master stepped in. My dick was pulsing in the cage.

“Fuck, sir, please let me cum,” I said desperately, looking up at them. I wasn’t sure who to focus on. Master always gave me the permission to cum, but Martin had the keys. But they both just exploded in laughter.

“Alright, come closer,” Master said. His cock was a few centimeters from my face. “Wanna touch it?”

I was just nodding and waiting for his permission. “OK,” he said finally after circling the tip around my lips for a few seconds. I didn’t hesitate and started to lick it before he slowly shoved it deep inside my throat and let out an excited moan. At the same time I felt the tip of Martin’s shoe touching my sensitive balls. My mind was shattered. I was trying to give the Master the best blowjob, but at the same time I could only think about the sensation around my dick, not knowing when to expect a kick. But it didn’t come. Instead, after a few minutes, Martin pulled me by my hair away from Master’s dick and told me to stand up. Master’s face was beyond delighted.

After I stood up he Martin said “uups, forgot to tell you to take the keys” and nodded me to go back on my knees. After I found the keys in his pockets, I wanted to go back up, but in one swift moment he made clear he had other plans and for the next ten minutes my mouth served as his personal fleslight. He was a lot more rough than Master, not taking my gagging into a consideration. Instead of helping me, Master stood close behind me, started to kiss Martin and used his own body to force Martin's dick even deeper into my neck. It was like I wasn't even there.

Even though I was used as their toy, I was holding keys from the chastity in my hands. It was so surreal. I could use it and be free to cum. And the only thing holding me back was permission from a total stranger currently destroying my throat. I was so horny I started to play with my locked dick, which made things even worse for me. I was expecting a punishment, but when they noticed, they just laughed, called me pathetic and continued having fun while I was under them, desperate for release.

“Give me the keys,” Martin said when they finally allowed me to stand up. I obeyed. He was holding the keys to my freedom again. In his other hand was my cage, which was driving me absolutely insane.

“You have been a good boy, but do you think you deserve to cum today?” Martin asked while he was crushing my full balls. I tried to ignore the rising pain, but in the end I grabbed him by his wrist begging to let it go. That lead to an even tighter grip.

“I asked you a question,” he continued. “Yes, sir, I am so fucking horny sir…” I replied.

“Wrong answer, fag,” he said strictly and punched my balls so hard I had to bend over. He used that opportunity, grabbed me behind my neck and forced me to look down. His hard on was directly in my line of sight. So was my cage. “Do you see that?” He asked. I just nodded. He continued, “That is the difference between man and a faggot. One gets hard while the other leaks from his locked cage. This is the closest you will get in feeling a boner in your hands. Do you understand?” I was speechless. My Master likes rough talk, but this was the first time someone spoke to me like that. It was humiliating beyond description. But at the same time my dick was never harder and I have never been more horny. When Martin felt like I had enough, he let me go. I was watching the ground and felt so ashamed I could not look them in the eyes.

After a few seconds Master broke the silence and asked Martin “I guess he isn't getting unlocked today?”. I finally looked at him and saw a mixture of surprise about what he just witnessed, but more I saw the excitement in the situation.

“Give him another month,” Martin said and handed the chastity keys back to the Master. Now I was the surprised one, but when the Master looked at me, he just said “Don't look at me, this is out of my control” and laughed hard.

Sorry to say, but this story does not have a happy ending. Today, I was locked in chastity permanently and all I can do is to strain in the cage while writing this. This is all I get and I think that moment in the forest was the first time I realized it!

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Das nenne ich mal eine gut gefüllte Bullen Kombi 😈

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Basil Clavering (1910-1973)

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Clavering was a successful businessman, and owned the Gala-Royale cinema chain. More as a hobby than anything else, he established a photographic studio in the basement of his Pimlico home, with his friend John Charles Parkhurst (1927-2000). Both men had served in the Navy, and they were drawn to the military men around the Hyde Park and Chelsea barracks, whom they paid to model for them.

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A good cocksucker does so much more than get a guy off.

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A cocksucker does much more than just suck your dick and bring you to orgasm.

1. He also worships your manhood. A cocksucker understands the enormous privilege he has when you allow him to suck your cock.The more you give it to him the hungrier he gets and the better he will perform, devoting himself exclusively to your total pleasure.

2, A good cocksucker makes your dick the center of the world while he’s on his knees. That’s a big turn-on for most men.

3. You don’t have to feel guilty about using a cocksucker instead of having mutual sex with him. A cocksucker wants to be used, wants to make it all about you and your pleasure, your cock, your masculinity. He’s on his knees to serve you, his feeder. A cocksucker doesn’t expect or want reciprocation. He is happy to go after he has served you.

4. A cocksucker allows you to express your dominance, as the cocksucker necessarily submits to you and allows himself to be used. Most men love to be dominant, and you can’t get much more dominant over another man than by using him for sexual pleasure and sticking your dick in his mouth. Having your cock worshipped by another man, on his knees, and seeing the hunger and need in his eyes, amplifies your power and reinforces your dominance. Over time you become more superior.

5. A cocksucker will allow your superiority to inform and guide his worship.In turn this will enable you to realise, if you didn’t already, that you can get a cocksucker to serve you any way you want and you don’t need to hold back.

6. Cocksuckers expect to be used this way. Its how they are and what they need to be fulfilled.

This is why men use cocksuckers. Or could if they wanted to.

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It took me some time to realise that that’s actually how cocksuckers think and act - but it’s true.

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Bob Larson and Ken Cunningham et al. in New Recruit (1961) (Bob Mizer: Military Films 1958-1973)

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This is exactly what I need. Please leave welts sir.

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The Ten Commandments Of Sucking Cock

There are a variety of opinions on this subject, but I wanted a definitive list of must-haves after years of personal experience and discussions with Men about what they like and want.

1. Lose your ego. In this moment, you are a cocksucker; embrace it. You will choke, spit up, and be covered in throat slime. The Man you’re servicing may treat you roughly, even rudely. Accept it. You’re a cocksucker with only one function: pleasing him. Do it without pride.

2. Tease him. Men love teasing and edging at the start of a blowjob. Their balls tighten and the juice within begins to churn in the anticipation of what is to come. Lick the head, especially the underside. Flick it with your tongue. Gently stroke the shaft with your hand every so often. Smile.

3. Eye contact. As you take his cock into your mouth, look up at him. A guy loves fucking holes, but eye contact makes you more submissive TO HIM and tells him that he is your Master.

4. No teeth. Obviously there will be some Men who like teeth running along the shaft of the cock, but that’s rare. Avoid it as much as possible. One trick is to extend your tongue out of your mouth slightly, providing protection from the lower teeth (and also opening the throat) as the cock slides in and out of your mouth.

5. Deepthroat. Not everyone manages to master deepthroating, but this is a skill that can be learned through training. Get a dildo and train your gag reflex. Push yourself. You can improve. Men want deepthroat, and you’re their cocksucker of the moment. Learn it.

6. Don’t forget the balls. A Man’s balls are the most sensitive part of his body. Why would a cocksucker neglect such an opportunity to please a Man or heighten his pleasure? Cradle them in your hand while sucking. Roll them around gently. Occasionally take your mouth off his cock and swirl your tongue over them. One added advantage of this is the more direct exposure to his testosterone-laced musk that concentrates around his balls, which will send you deeper into subspace.

7. No blueballing. Once you start to suck his cock, you’re in it until he squirts his last drop of cum. No complaining about aching jaws or a lack of interest. You’re a cocksucker (remember the first commandment) and you’re expected to do your job TO COMPLETION.

8. Moan and dirty talk. Moaning while sucking cock serves two functions: (a) it tells the Man how much you love the size and taste of it, and (b) the vibrations of your moans rising up from your throat stimulate his cock. You can occasionally tell him how much you love sucking his cock, but don’t overdo it! SHOW HIM you love it with your smiles and enthusiasm!

9. The Man does what he wants. It doesn’t matter what he wants to do, roll with it. He’s the Man and you’re his cocksucker. If he wants to throat-fuck you, fine. If he wants to slap his cock on your face or tongue, don’t object. This especially goes for his cumshot. If he wants to cum on your face, let him. If he wants to cum in your mouth ...

10. You must swallow. Nothing upsets a Man more than seeing a cocksucker spit out his cum. It is an ugly and disrespectful rejection of his virility and Manhood. If you don’t like the taste, swallow it anyway. You will survive. Remember, you’re sucking this Man’s cock in order to please him, and his cumshot is your reward for a job well done. Swallow it with pride!

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