“Please Sir” the message read. “I want you to set me a humiliating task, Sir. I know I’m just a pathetic fag Sir and I deserve to be humiliated”
And Sir soon replied with his usual patience “tell me what you want faggot, tell me what you need”.
“Force me to expose myself to you Sir, use one of the picture I’ve sent you before to blackmail me into something humiliating, set me a time limit and if I don’t do it then expose me Sir”.
He was hard as a rock as he sent it. He knew it was stupid and he knew he would regret it but that’s what really turned him on. The fear and the regret. He was playing with his big sub cock, lying in bed imagining having to face the consequences of his actions.
Sir replied. His instructions were clear: Sub was to lock his sad little cock uo and write Faggot across his chest, dress in his gym wear and make a video. He had to strip, show off his cage, take a few hits of poppers then throat a dildo as he begged for humiliation. The message made his dick even harder. He’d struggle to get it soft enough to get it into a cage now. “You have 30 minutes or this goes online!” Came Sir’s final message. Followed by a picture of Sub, his eyes bleary from poppers his face flushed as he tongue runs along the seat of a public toilet.
“Oh fuck!” He thought, not that picture, anything but that one, he’d been in such a disgusting a pathetic mood when sir manipulated him into taking it, he couldn’t belive he’d been so stupid. But he knew his Master. And he knew there would be no changing his mind, his dick still hard and twitching from the threat he jumped up from his bed. Grabbing his chastity cage he made his way into the bathroom and put on the shower, cold. His hope that the shock would ease his boner and let his cock soften enough to stuff into the cage was short lived. The thrill of the cold water only seemed to make it harder.
He jumped out of the shower and ran down stairs to grab a pen. He didn’t care about his cock bouncing in front of him as he passed the windows. Grabbing a pen he made his way back upstairs. In front of the mirror he took the pen and wrote the word FAGGOT across his chest. It took a few tries to get his mind around writing it backwards so it read on camera. But he got there in the end. The few moments of concentration were enough to allow him to get the ring on over his rapidly refilling cock. He stuffed it into the cage and locked it shut. That final click sending the usual jolt of submissive energy through his body. He took the pen in hand again and decided to write FAG over his stomach too. He’d never done any body writing stuff before and he was surprised by how much it turned him on.
He checked the time and realised 16 of his 30 minutes had passed already. A wave of panic followed by excitement followed him. Although he really didn’t want that picture exposed a tiny bit of him couldn’t help but be turned on at the thought. He went to the bedside cabinet and took out two dildos, a 5 inch black one, and a nine inch flesh coloured life like dildo. He probably wouldn’t use the flesh coloured one, but just incase he didn’t gag enough.
Setting up the camera he could see himself, in his gym gear. He knew how pathetic he was and he brought the bottle of poppers to his nose. A quick huff for some courage. And to took a 5 second hit.
As the poppers hit he leant forward and hit record. “Please Sir, I’m a fucking faggot and I deserve to be humiliated” he said. He stood up. Pulling his tshirt over his head and revealing his chest, lightly haired and with the words FAGGOT and FAG written across it. Next came his shorts. He shrugged them down exposing his obviously caged bulge in his white Calvin briefs. He turned around to show off his round arse. The briefs clinging to his cheeks.
Kneeling down he looked directly at the camera and spoke “I am a locked and denied fagggot, please degrade me Sir” and pulled the front of his briefs down. Exposing his caged dick to the camera gave him a thrill that urged him on. He sat back and pulled off his briefs. Exposing his hole to his master. Getting back to his knees he put his hands behind his head. His face, his writing and his caged dick all clearly exposed on camera for his Master. It felt good.
Remembering his time limit he picked up the poppers, took a big huff to each nostril and waited ten seconds for that wave of warmth to come over him. And as it did he submitted to his pathetic urges. He grabbed the dildo, it’s black bellend placed right in front of the camera. He licked it seductively. Staring into the camera he put it in his mouth and slid down it. He got halfway down before coming back up, leaving a trail of saline between him and the rubber cock he looked into the camera and said ‘oh fuck Sir. I’m such a fucking faggot. Please expose me for the faggot I am, I wish this was a real cock I was choking on for you.’
His words spurring him on he pushed his head back down on the dildo. All the way to the base, holding himself there, fighting his gags, allowing them to tug through him but staying down on the cock like it really was his master. He pulled up leaving trailed of throat slime. His eyes watering, his face red. He went back up and down the dildo, pushing himself, letting it gag and choke him. He knew this turned his master on.
Coming to a stop he pulled off the dildo, he sat back on his his feet, his straining caged cock exposed what he was written across his chest and with his eyes watering and saliva running off his chin he reached down and stopped the recording.
Looking at the time he realised he had two minutes left to send it. Not having enough time to watch the 5 minute video he hoped for the best, pulled up WhatsApp and sent it.
“Oh fuck I’m stupid” he thought as the poppers high faded and realised what he’d just sent. Why did he always do this. Why was he so stupid and reckless. Despite this his cock was straining in his cage, the risk and the humiliation making him desperately horny.
“Unlock and edge while I judge this” came the reply from Sir. And he did as soon as the cage came off his cock leapt into full boner. “I’ll be dissaponted not to get to post my favourite picture of you fag” came another message. This made him wank harder. The relief of it hopefully not being posted for anyone to see mixed with the thrill that Sir really wanted to post it and expose him.
He was so horny and rock hard and he stroked and waited for Sir’s judgement. He knew he’d done all sir asked for, he hoped it looked as good on camera as it felt doing it. A tiny part of him hoped that sir would find some reason to say he failed and post the exposure picture anyway. But that was just a tiny part.
Sir was typing, the three write dots held the subs fate and he furiously wanked his cock. The messages came through one after the other.
“Well done fag. I guess I won’t be posting your disgusting picture”
Relief washed over him tinged with a tiny bit of regret.
“This is excellent work fag. Such a hot little fag exposing yourself like that for me”
He wanked harder at Sir’s praise. He could feel himself getting closer to the edge.
“So hot infact that it would be a shame not to post this for everyone to see.”
The threat hit him like a slap in the face, a wave of panic that almost made him cum.
“Oh no. Please don’t sir I was a good fag and I made it just fir you. Please don’t expose me” he typed back as quickly as he could. One hand still wrapped around his throbbing cock.
“But you asked so nicely in the video fag, what kind of a master would I be to disappoint you” came the reply.
The sub let go of his cock, wether because he was terrified or because one more stroke might push him off that cliff edge even he wasn’t sure.
“Well fag?” Came the next message from Master. The fag froze, panic, excitement, fear, regret all surging through him.
To be continued…
“Please don’t Sir. Please don’t expose me like that it’s to much, it will ruin me sir!” He typed out in panic. He hit send and even in his panicked state his hand reached back down to his hard cock.
“You will do exactly as you’re told fag.” Came the reply. “I will keep this private as long as you obey. Absolutely!”
“Yes sir.” He sent. His cock almost erupting at the the finality of his agreement.
“Instructions will come later. Don’t message me again. Don’t cum, don’t touch your fag cock, lock back up and stay locked until told otherwise”
He did as instructed, well, as far as master was aware he did. If Sir had been watching he’d have seen him spend the next ten minutes edging before concentrating on getting soft enough to get back into cage. He spent the rest of the afternoon trying not to think about his aching balls, or the power that Sir held over him. It would pop into his mind every know and then. A feeling of dread and anxiety mixed with a scared horny feeling that drove him wild!
Around 6pm the message came. He was at the dinner table with family when it popped up “go somewhere private. Bring your poppers. You have 5 minutes”. Making his excuses as his cage started to fill he dashed from the table. Grabbing the poppers from his bedside table he ran to the bathroom and locked the door. “ I’m alone Sir” he sent. Seeing master responding immediately make his cage bounce, “strip and kneel. Send proof!” He did as he was told, kneeling on the hard bathroom tiles he took a full length selfie. His cock straining in its cage in its eagerness to humiliate him and expose him.
“Tomorrow morning i want a video of you first thing. When you wake you will go to the bathroom and fill a glass with your morning piss. You will tell the camera who and what you are. You will then drink the whole glass and thank me for it. Now take two deep huffs and thank me for your task.”
Unscrewing the bottle he held it up to his nose, he knew it was dangerous, he knew how much his pathetic fag side came out when he was high. Holding the bottle up he took a deep huff, and then another. Holding his breath he screwed the cap back on. He held for nearly 20 seconds before he let his breath out. The warmth and the wave of desperate horniness washed over him. It made him feel like such a stupid sub. He wanted to be pathetic, he wanted to fail, he wanted to be exposed. He picked up his phone and knowing he would regret it he typed out a message “make it worse” he typed. But hesitated before sending, his dick straining in his cage. “…please sir” he added. Before pressing send and immediately regretting it.
“Are you sure fag? There’s no going back. If I make it worse you’ll regret it” came sirs reply.
“No, I didn’t mean it I’m just a stupid poppered up fag sir” he typed back and sent his regret already kicking in.
“Huff again fag. Huff deep and then tell me if you want a worse task”
Of course he obeyed, he knew what would happen if he didn’t and he knew what would happen if he did. And both of the options got his dick twitching in its cage. As he put down the bottle again he replied begging his master to make the task worse, telling him he was a pathetic fag and he deserves it.
“Once you’ve drank your morning piss you’ve going to spend 5 minutes throating your black dildo. All the way to the base. I don’t want to see any mess. You swallow that piss and you keep it down. Don’t fail fag. You won’t like the consequences… or will you?”
“Yes sir” he agreed. Sir didn’t rely again. And the sub spend all night with a mixture of fear and anticipation. He didn’t think he’d ever been so horny.
He woke in the morning to an empty house, his cage straining with his morning glory. His full bladder aching for release. He pulled on some briefs and made his way down stairs to grab a glass. Rushing back upstairs he set up his phone to record himself. He got down on his knees and pressed record.
“Thank you for humiliating me Master. I’m a cum dump, urinal faggot and I want to be exposed and used by real men” he said out loud to the camera. Looking down he hooked his caged dick over the top of his briefs, lined up the glass and let go of his bladder.
The hot yellow liquid rapidly filled up the glass. He could feel the warmth of it, his piss flow wasn’t slowing and he was near the top of the glass, he tried to slow it down but it kept coming, overflowing the glass and dripping to the tiles. Once he stopped he had a full glass of piss and puddle on the floor. “Please sir, I wish this was your piss” he told the camera and lifted the glass to his lips. Taking a huge gulp he almost choked, he’d underestimated the taste of it, the tang of that strong morning piss. Catching him by surprise he almost brought it back up again. He steeled himself for more and took another big gulp. He was a third of the way through the glass and he knew it would be tough but he knew he couldn’t fail. Tipping the glass back he downed it in one. Shuddering at the taste, his eyes watering, he looked up at the camera again and thanked his master.
As he brought the dildo into frame he decided on one last huff of his poppers to help him take the dildo. A quick sniff and he was balls deep on it, his gag reflex threatening to betray him and eject all that piss. He kept working it, up and down. Holding it it place in his throat, deep waves and gags, his eyes streaming and he fought to keep the dildo in his throat and the piss in his stomach. He knew he wouldn’t be able to face the consequences if he failed. Watching the timer he knew he didn’t have long to go, licking the tip of the dildo, running it up and down the shaft be looked directly at the camera and in a wave of poppers stupidity he forced himself balls deep onto it again.
As soon as his nose hit those rubber balls he knew he’d fucked up, panic rose in his chest almost as quickly as his breakfast of hot piss did. Heaving onto the dildo he felt his mouth fill with throat slime and piss. He couldn’t stop it, it rushed from his mouth to join the puddle from the overflowing glass earlier.
Filled with shame and dread he pressed the stop button on his phone to end the recording. Fear washed over him, what could he do, he fucked up, Sir was going to punish him. His bladder was empty, he couldn’t redo the video, the video wasn’t long enough to edit out the end, he didn’t have time to make another. He was going to have to send it as it was. He would have to face his punishment. And his dick had never been harder.
He lined up the video ready to send. His aching dick and balls just about ready to burst out of his cage. But his fear holding him back. He captioned it “please sir, show mercy” and hit send.
Sir read the message straight away, he was quiet as he watched the video. And the sub panicked. After a minute of he couldn’t resist and he took another sniff of poppers and started jerking his little cock inside his cage. “I’m dissapointed fag. You’ve let me down and failed your task. Don’t even dare beg for mercy. You knew the consequences when you asked me to make it harder”
The fag nearly came as he read this, he couldn’t even wank his cock and it nearly erupted all over him. He typed back two works “oh. Fuck” he didn’t know what else to say.
“Oh fuck indeed, you stupid fag. You’ve really fucked up this time. But I’ll make things easier for you. Unlock your cage and edge that little cock of yours. You can wank for 1 minute. Then you’re going to huff again. And then you are going to ask for it. Ask me to punish you. Do it now fag!”
And he did, in a horny trace he reached for the keys, easing the cage off. Within seconds his dick was rock hard. Within a few more he was close. He has to stop touching it he’d be over the line. He picked up his bottles of breathed deep. Held his breath and let it out. “Please sir, do it” he sent
“Do what” came the reply
“The video sir!”
“Tell me what you want me to do fag”
“Don’t make me say it” he pleaded
“Ask me now fag before it’s too late for you”
In a horny haze of poppers and adrenaline he typed “please sir, please expose me with that video” and hit send.
“Done” was the only reply from his master.
