All day I was only able to think about the things he said to me that morning. I was saying them, like a mantra.
“After work, you come directly home. You clean yourself up properly, and then you put on a simple white jockstrap. After that, you dress up as normal. Don’t forget to put on your smart watch. And then you sit on the couch and wait. No TV, no games, nothing. You think about one thing only: serving me. Then, I will send you a text with an address. You will instantly put on your jacket and shoes, and go there. You enter that apartment and instantly delete that message. From your phone and from your mind. Then you take off ALL of your clothes, except the smart watch. And of course the cage. And finally, you wait for instructions. Do you understand, boy?”
“Yes, Sir.”
“Since you gave up your rights to any safe word and to make decisions about your sexual life, you are obliged to do as I say. Of course, legally I can’t do that. But I want you to know that if at any point you decide to not follow instructions tonight, I will NOT break up with you, or be angry, or disappointed. I love you and I will love you. In case you decide to not behave as expected of you, that will mean that you are not okay with how things are currently between us, and we will evaluate our relationship and contract to make it work and to suit us more. Do you understand, boy?”
“Yes, Sir!”
“Good boy. I hope you will trust me and do as I say.”
I was scared, but determined. I realised it’s not about disappointing him anymore, it was about making him proud. I started believing in him and more importantly: in myself. I needed to do this for the both of us.
So I did as he said, and at 7 PM sharp, I got a text message from him with an address. A minute later, with a slowly increasing pulse, I was locking our door, and 20 minutes later, standing in front of the building, I got another message, this time from an unknown number: “6th floor, 1st door on the left. Come in without knocking, lock the door.”
I deleted the message with the address, and entered a building and finally the dark coloured door. I opened it and stepped in and locked it after myself. Then I did as Master Wyatt told me: took off all my clothes and waited. My heart was racing.
“Second door on the left.” A new message arrived with the buzz on my watch. The apartment was huge, similarly to ours. I went in. It was a bedroom, from the looks of it, a regular one. A giant and extra comfortable bed, two nightstands, a wardrobe. A window with an amazing view.
“On the bed, on all four.” I did as I was told. But I will be honest, I got very scared. I was in a stranger’s place, probably waiting for a stranger to fuck me.
“Lube yourself up properly.” I realised there was a huge bottle of silicone lube next to the bed. With a shaking hand I did as I was told.
“Remove the watch and throw it far away.” Said the last message. And I knew there was no turning back now. My eyes got a bit watery, but I removed my watch and threw it aside. I felt tiny. But not as much as when the guy, probably the owner of the apartment, walked in. He was MASSIVE. I couldn’t really see his face: he was wearing a black baseball hat and red bandana around his face. His eyes glowed up for a second from between the two and it radiated power. He was naked. And he was buffed. His arm was thicker than my head, he had to be taller than me by almost half a meter. His skin was darker, and his penis - even though it was soft - supported the tales. His penis was huge and thick.
When he said in a deep, almost a bit distorted voice: “You’ll need to open a bit wider faggot.”, I realised that my mouth fell open. He walked to me, his dick becoming bigger and bigger and without saying anything else, he put it in my mouth. Its final size was so big that I thought it’s impossible to have a huge dick like this. It was basically only the head that fit in my small mouth, yet he was forcing it further and further, to a point where I literally felt my throat expanding. I was gagging, coughing, and crying. I tried to sign him that I was suffering, but he was holding me without any resistance basically, as I was weak and he was strong. But he only laughed.
“Crying already? Oh silly, I am just getting started.”
The word “silly…“ hit me. Master Wyatt calls me silly. And this switched something in me. Hadn't I always fantasized about this? Hadn’t I jerked off every time to this exact scene before Master Wyatt? And there, I finally accepted what I am: a sub guy, a slave, born to serve Men. Owned by Master Wyatt, serving his needs. And I knew that’s what I was doing right there. I didn’t understand why he wants this but it was not my job to care. I accepted that this giant will not be that gentle with me: he is going to rape my mouth, my ass. And then I realised: it’s not rape. I gave consent. I wanted this. And now I got it.
And soon, the giant stopped forcing himself into my mouth. He climbed on the bed, behind me, poured some lube on my ass and his dick. With his huge hand, he pushed my head into the expensive sheets, and with the other he aimed his dick to my hole. I took a deep breath (at least as much as I could) and he pushed himself into me. And I felt as my hole was being stretched to an impossible size, I screamed into the sheets, crying, wimping.
When I felt his balls and pubic hair touching my skin, I was penetrated so deeply that I literally felt like my bowels were being rearranged. I was in so much pain, and once he started moving, not slowly, but almost up at full speed, I was on the edge of blacking out.
I have no idea how long was he fucking me. I couldn’t resist, I couldn’t think, he put all of his weight on me, holding me down and just penetrating me relentlessly. As I was whimpering, he was laughing, groaning, calling me faggot, slut, cumdump. The only thing I was able to think, beside the pain, was that it’s true. I was smart, successful, kind, but something was always missing, there was a tiny empty space inside me, and now it got filled. Metaphorically, and very soon, physically. I understood that being owned was not enough. There was 1 more percent missing from complete fulfillment. My ultimate destiny, to become a sexual tool for Men to use, to be a hole to get off, to fill with cum. Even though I don’t feel like this all the time, at that moment, everything else was secondary.
And when finally, after 2 minutes or 20, who knows, the giant bred my hole, I knew I was at the right place. Don’t get me wrong, I was still crying, I was in pain, and I didn’t like what happened. The giant abused my body and my soul. But it felt right. I had a purpose, I was useful.
Deeply, I hoped for what was about to happen.
He took his dick out and lay on his back on the bed.
“Get to fuck out.” he ordered me. He took his phone and started scrolling. I was barely able to move, but he didn’t care, like I wasn’t there anymore. I fell on my knees when I tried to stand up, but still nothing. I picked up my watch and realised that I was leaking through my cage. Finally after a minute I managed to leave the room. I heard his voice: “Close the door.” And I did that.
It took me 5 minutes to dress up, and I washed my face with some wet wipes I always have on me. I left the apartment, and started slowly walking towards the elevator. A few seconds later I heard the door locking behind me.
When I stepped outside of the building, I realised I recognized the car in front of me. And that’s when I heard his voice: “Good boy.”
We sat in our car for 20 minutes, while I was crying, Master Wyatt was hugging me firmly, caressing my hair and telling me how proud he is and how good of a boy I am.
When I calmed down I told him everything, especially my revelations about myself. And he told me that he knew the guy from before, they met at some BDSM gatherings before and became, if not friends, but something more than just two Doms. Master Wyatt was watching from the other room, through a secret cam. He told the guy that he shouldn’t take it easy on me. The goal was to break me in. They succeeded, and I thanked him for that.
Later, when we were laying in bed - since I was allowed to sleep next to him again, he said:
“Grab your Sub Diary, boy.”
The Sub Diary, or as some people call it the Faggot Diary, was my diary dedicated to my life as a submissive. Or actually it was a series of books, as at that point I was writing my 3rd installment. I started writing this on his advice, after it became obvious to both of us that this is going to be a longterm D/s relationship. In these diaries I had written about my fantasies, desires, goals, about our relationship, my experiences, etc. I was using bullet journalism to set new goals, and to track previous ones.
“There You go, Sir.”
“No! I told you I will never touch your diaries. They are yours and yours only. Nobody has the right to read it.”
“Yes, Sir, You are right.”
“Open it, and start a new page. Write “Number of Men who bred my hole” on the top. Good, and now draw one line for each man who bred your pink little hole.”
I drew 3 vertical lines.
“Good boy. And now write 3 different numbers as goals, each one is bigger than the previous.”
I write 5, 15, and 30.
“Oh wow. Ambitious. I wasn’t expecting 30. But okay. For each of these milestones, you will get a reward. What do you say boy?”
“Thank You, Sir!”
I was having serious trouble doing my chores, my job, or anything else basically, I was so horny. The experience with my Master’s dominant friend changed everything in me, like a door opened up. A very big door. And behind that door there were an infinite number of cocks to serve, to suck, to welcome in my body. And what made this okay, is that Master Wyatt was standing behind me all the time, keeping me safe.
I felt like one of the biggest blocks had been lifted, shattered to pieces inside me. And the next time I read the word “faggot”, I realised I wasn’t offended anymore. I was a faggot. I accepted and more importantly embraced the fact. I wanted to be fucked and bred by Men. I wanted my Master to whore me out whenever HE wanted, whenever HE felt it right. I completely let go of the need to make decisions about my sexual life. Finally, I was completely free from this constant burden. Me, letting somebody else make decisions about who gets to use me as a sexual slave was the thing I had always secretly dreamed of.
After a week of suffering from serious horniness, I decided to tell Master Wyatt about it.
“HAHAHAHAHA, you little faggot.” I told him that he can call me that from now on. “I mean I am not happy that you are not doing a satisfying job regarding your chores, or at work. But I understand.” And then he looked me in the eye for a very long time.
“Alright, boy. I think it’s time.” I looked at him questioningly. “Bring me the key box. And a condom, a shitty one.” I was shocked. “Come on, this is not that complex.”
I did as he asked. First I grabbed the key box from the bathroom. This tiny little box was holding the key to my chastity cage, locked with a remote controlled application on Master Wyatt’s phone. Then I went to our bedroom, and opened our erotic cabinet, holding all the toys and tools we had. In one of the smaller drawers, we stored some condoms. As we had been monogamous until very recently, we only used these for some extreme kinky cum play, but for safety we had high quality, and some very cheap ones. I grabbed a cheap one.
“It’s been a while since you jerked off. When exactly?” He asked, once I was kneeling in front of him again.
“Almost a year ago, Sir. On my last birthday.”
“And before that?”
“The birthday before that, Sir.”
“Good boy. You have shown incredible, unbelievable dedication towards me. Not just recently, but ever since we have started seeing each other. I am impressed by you, more and more, every day. You have been fucked and abused with probably the biggest dick of your sub life. And yet, you want more. So I think it’s time to put you under the ultimate test of your submission. What do you think, boy?”
“If You feel like it, I am ready, Sir.”
“Good boy. But first, let’s clear some rules, as our dynamic is going through some changes. We have been through this, but to make sure it sticks: you are - from now on - required and obliged to service any men I tell you to, in any way they want you to, just as you would serve me.”
“Yes, Sir!”
“Good boy. Your only purpose is to serve these men. And remember, you gave up every decision over your sexual life, and every right for a safe-word. Do you understand, boy?”
“Yes, Sir, I understand.”
“Good boy. Now, this of course means, that several men will breed faggot hole, your whore mouth. They might give you facials, who knows. They will use you however they want, and you will do as you are told and you will accept whatever happens to you. Because that is your only purpose. In exchange, I promise you that I will only let men, who are superior to you in some way, to use you.”
“Thank You, Sir!”
“You have to accept that whenever I ask you to suck somebody off or let somebody else to fuck you, it’s only because I want it. Either it gives me pleasure, or I get something in exchange from them. The only thing you should care about is to serve that man with your full attention, with all of your capabilities, just as you would serve me. No matter if all you see is only a dick, or a naked or clothed man.”
“Yes, Sir!”
“But I want you to know, and always remember one thing: I, your Master, am always superior to these men. No matter the circumstances. And to make sure this sticks, I am going to set up some rules. There will be times, when after another man has finished using you, I will use you too. But there will be times when I won’t. So from now on, remember these rules, because not following them, will not just be highly disrespectful, but will lead to serious punishments.”
“I understand, Sir, and I will follow the rules.”
“Whenever your mouth just got bred by another man than me, you are required to swallow, but also to wash your mouth after the sexual act. The same applies to your ass, if a man breeds you, once you are done, you go and clean out yourself. Of course the same applies to a facial. Do you understand, boy? You are not allowed to have other men’s cum lingering inside you for long.”
“I understand, Sir.” I looked at him questioningly, though.
“EXCEPT… if I breed your holes last. My cum overrides all this. Just as before, you are prohibited to wash away my cum. Well, at least until it’s time for your next cleaning routine.”
“Yes, Sir!”
“So let’s say, 5 men breed your ass, 3 breed your mouth. And then I cum in your ass once all of them are gone, what do you do?”
“I wash out my mouth, but not my boy-hole, Sir.”
“Good boy. After 6 loads, you probably will need a plug too. So what do you do, after I fucked a load in your ass, then another man breeds you, and finally you get a facial from him and then me?”
“I clean out my boy-hole, but I am not allowed to wash my face, Sir.”
“Good boy. Be sure to always follow these rules. I promise you, there will be times when it’s going to be hard to follow. But I promise you, and I sincerely hope, you will always know when I donate my cum to you.”
Quickly, all these images ran through my head about all different kinds of men using my holes, filling me with their cum.
“I hope this was not that surprising to you though. And this is not even the main topic I wanted to talk about. So we both know how important it is for the both of us to keep you in chastity. It was a very good way of keeping your horniness at a high level, making sure you focus on MY dick, MY pleasure. Faggot boys like you should only use their holes as sexual organs. But the problem with this, is that we need you horny so that you can serve me, or other men. This means that your servitude, your submission to superior men, to ME, is conditional. That is of course acceptable for a while, but we have been together for long enough now to make that condition go away.”
“Sir?”
“For the next week, we are going to test if you really are as submissive as we both think. If it is really your true nature, or just your tiny dick makes you say and think like that. I am going to remove your cage soon, and in the next 7 days, you are required to jerk off at least once, but preferably twice per day. This way, we get your horniness out of the way, and when I decide to use you, and trust me, I WILL use you, we will see how obedient and devoted you are going to be.”
I was shocked.
“I can see you are surprised, but trust me, this is for your own and our good. Of course some smaller rules apply. You are still forbidden to touch your tiny dick whenever you are serving me, in any way. And whenever you do masturbate, you are required to wear a cheap condom on your dick, as your boy-cum should not be spread around the world. And just as importantly, you can only use one of your hands, or more like your fingers. You are prohibited to imitate any fucking motions with your hips, only allowed to move your hand. And of course if I decide to fuck you half-way, you must stop immediately. If I decide to use you right after you cum, you have no choice but to obey. Is it all clear?”
“Yes, Sir. But… What if I won’t be able to please You as You would need me to?”
“Well, in that case you failed the test, and we are going to go back to chastity for a while. And we will try again a few months later. But I see very little chance for that to happen. This might of course mean that you’ll get an erection when somebody uses you. That is perfectly fine, as long as you resist the urge to touch yourself. I hope you see how disrespectful that would be.”
“Yes, Sir, I understand.”
“Good boy. And don’t get me wrong, chastity will play a very important role in the future too. Probably most of the times, when somebody else uses you, you will be required to wear a chastity cage. Just for the sake of it. There will be times, longer periods when you will wear it. But we have to be sure that you really are as submissive as you should be, and that you are willing to serve regardless of your horniness.”
“Okay, Sir.”
“You can have two questions, boy.”
“Oh.. Well… Are You going to be disappointed if I don’t manage to satisfy Your needs?”
“No, boy, not at all. You have exceeded all of my expectations by lightyears. You are one of the best slaves out in the world, I am quite certain of that. I should be the careful one, one day you might decide you don’t want to belong to me, as your hunger for dick grows so big that you need to be filled all the time.”
I was flattered.
“The second question?”
“Sir… Aren’t You afraid that I might enjoy it too much?"
“Good question, boy. Let me ask you this. What do you feel, now, that you know you are going to masturbate very soon? Be honest.”
“I am scared. I don’t want to lose interest in serving You. And I think… I feel a bit of… shame? That I will have a proper orgasm. Doing it to myself. It’s… disrespectful.”
“Exactly. After 3 years of slowly rewiring your sub brain, you finally associated touching your clit with shame. You KNOW deep inside, that your main and ONLY sexual organs are your holes. And now that I am instructing you to touch yourself, it contradicts inside you. And this is where you need to take the next step. What I expect to happen is that when you touch yourself, you won’t do it to seek pleasure, but to be fully able to focus on MY pleasure. That you want to cum so the temptation is finally out of the way, and your senses are not enhanced by your horniness anymore, and only pure submission remains. Fortunately you never lasted long, not as a real Man. So my hope is that eventually when I tell you that I am going to use you, you stroke a few on your clit and cum in less than a minute, ready to be used and to serve properly.”
It did sound like an evil master-plan.
“Thank You, Sir!”
“And to answer your unasked question: the reason why chastity is still going to be important is because it is a status symbol. Very few people will see you without the chastity cage. Men who use you will and must see that you are a properly owned slave.”
“I understand, Sir. Thank You for answering!”
And then he handed me the key and I unlocked my dick.
Once per day, I have a 10 minute window when I can unlock the cage, clean it and myself properly, and then lock myself back. Not even during the first week had I thought about escaping, having a chastity cage on me just felt right. That 10 minutes of “freeness” was a tiny little inconvenience I had to accept every day. But this felt very different. When I had the cage on, I felt.. safe. It was a part of my body that growed on me almost too easily. Without it I felt vulnerable. I almost started hyperventilating.
“It’s okay boy, come here.” I sat closer to Master Wyatt and he gently pushed my head into his lap.
“Take deep breaths, boy. Smell my scent, memorise it.”
As I did what he told me, I instantly started to feel safer. He was in his underwear, but I smelled the strong smell of HIM, his precious dick, which felt like going home. And then I felt my dick twitch.
“Put your hand on it boy, keep taking deep breaths. Feel the weight of it through my trunks. Feel how it slowly gets filled with blood. How it gets bigger and bigger. Do you feel safe, boy?”
“Yes, Sir.”
“Caress it, slowly. It’s almost half-hard and it’s already poking out of these tight trunks. Do you like it?”
“Yes, Sir.”
“What is this for you?”
“One of the most important things in my life.”
“Good boy. Stand up now. Look at your tiny dick, how small it is. Fully erect already, and it’s still smaller than my semi.”
I just got hornier and hornier by his every word.
“Put on this condom, boy.” I did. “Hahaha, tomorrow I’ll buy a smaller size for you. Kneel back here, boy.”
He pushed off his underwear, it was at his ankles. His thick meat was getting harder and harder by every second.
“I love seeing you kneeling. You were born to kneel, boy. Look at my dick, how big, veiny it is.” He spit in his right palm, and reached out for his massive tool and started jerking extremely slowly.
“Keep looking at my dick. Imagine as you explore it with your mouth, as it reaches for the back of your throat, as it expands your tight little hole. And now reach out for your tiny nub and start jerking.”
I couldn’t even use my full palm, chastity definitely made it smaller, even if only for temporarily.
“Imagine as I pump harder and harder, my huge balls are constantly slapping your ass cheeks. As I pump my precious seed inside you, making you mine, stating my ownership of you.”
I simply couldn’t keep it anymore, in less than a minute, I started shooting my weak boy-cum inside the oversized condom. I felt disgust, shame, but also a sense of calmness. There was finally peace in my mind after the past week of horniness. But I hated myself that I had to jerk off to feel this.
“And now kneel between my feet, and start sucking, boy.”
I will be honest, for a split second I felt like I didn't want to. The post-nut-clarity hit me hard. But obviously 3 years worth of training won’t just go away, so I basically automatically moved closer to him and took his dick in my mouth. And at first it felt weird. I didn’t think that it was hot, I wasn’t horned up, there was no lust in me. But in less than a minute somehow all that calmness made me able to focus only on one thing: his dick, and his pleasure. It is very difficult to describe. I wasn’t driven by my own horniness, my own sexual tension. There were no tiny voices in my head saying how sexy is this, how hot is this. I was hot and sexy though thinking back. I simply turned off. All 3 years worth of training, all that knowledge just came naturally and there was nobody else in focus than him.
Don’t get me wrong, every other time, it was very similar, it is in my nature to not think about myself. But now I know that all those times before there was some extra drive in me, making me do those things. That time, it was only me, my own nature.
And it seemed like Master Wyatt was enjoying it too.
“Good boy.” He must have felt some difference too, because soon, almost too soon, he said: “Holy shit, boy, I’m cuming!” And in a few seconds I was swallowing his precious cum.
“Well, boy, that was amazing. But now, you should sit on my dick.”
At this point, I honestly thought about asking him not to. I felt vulnerable, tired, and… not horny.
“Sir…” And then I looked into his eyes and even though I didn’t feel like doing it, I wanted to do it for HIM. So I moved above him, still looking into his eyes, and then reached back, while he put lube on his dick. And finally, I sat on it. It hurt like hell, but when I heard gasp, as he penetrated my tight hole, I felt incredible happiness. I loved this man, and whatever he wanted, I wanted that. Because making him happy made me happy. And more importantly: whole.
I moved up and down for a while, but soon after he took control. He was definitely pushing out the limits more and more, fucking me with increasing tempo. But I didn’t want him to stop, as I saw how much he was enjoying himself.
When he bred my boyhole, as deep as he could, I knew that I passed the test. I was a total sub, a born slave. My life finally felt complete, whole. The last wall was down, the last message was imprinted deeply in my mind, in my subconscious, the reprogramming of my brain reached a 100%.
From that point, everything else felt secondary, compared to him.
During the next week, I went through a couple of changes. At first I still felt a lot of guilt, jerking off. And I was very much not myself with the outside world either without my cage. I was a bit unfocused, nervous all the time. Once, when I got a boner at work, I almost had a panic attack. I was more afraid of the outside world. Even my best friend, Adam noticed that I was different.
Things at home definitely changed for the better though. By the end of the week, I was excited to jerk off, but not because I wanted an orgasm, because I knew I could focus more on Master Wyatt. I did not care about jerking off, and finally I was able to cum very soon.
Master Wyatt used me at the most random times, testing me.
One time, Master Caleb came by, and I was required to wear my cage. But they ended up not using me, so we stayed in low protocol. It was a little bit awkward with Caleb at first, though. But he felt much better after his break up, and started dating again. As he said, he can thank me for that, but Master Wyatt replied: “No, HE can thank YOU for that.” And they laughed.
On the last day of the week, Master Wyatt surprised me. After I was told to jerk off, I was waiting in the bedroom with my ass up and lubed, face buried in the sheets. But the dick that entered my hole was not his. When I wanted to look up, a hand pushed my face back into the bed. After a few minutes of fucking, the guy bred my ass while grunting softly, then left. By the time I turned my head, I couldn’t even see his back.
And soon, another unknown dick entered my ass, just so a few minutes later I could have two loads inside me.
After Master Wyatt bred my ass and we decided to go to bed, I had a plug in me, holding 4 different men’s seeds inside.
The next few weeks were a rush and our life was a well-oiled machine. Since the lack of it gave me anxiety, I was allowed to wear my chastity cage outside of our apartment. On every Friday night, I had to roll a 4-sided-dice for how many loads I was required to take from different men (excluding him).
And by the end of the 8th week, with an open cruising spot in a shitty motel, I was bred by the 32th man of my life, with a record night of 6 loads.
Even though I was thriving as the salve of Master Wyatt, there was still one more lesson I had to learn.
It was the day of my first proper coming-out as a sub. Adam has been my best friend since kindergarten. We went to high school together, and then university. We met at least one a week, either going to the cinema, or just meeting for a cup of coffee. He was - next to Master Wyatt - the most stable point in my life. He was the first person to whom I came out as a gay man. He supported me through many heart breaks, every ups and downs in my life. And I was there for him every time a girl dumped him - yes, he was straight as hell -, and I was the first one to know he was going to ask Liz to marry him. So I decided - once again - that it’s time to share a big part of my life with him. I knew he wouldn’t judge, and he probably already had suspicion about it.
So there we were, meeting at our favorite coffee shop, drinking our favorite drink.
“I have something to tell you, Adam.”
“Sure!”
“I… I… I don’t even know why I want to tell you this. This is something we very rarely talk about. It’s…”
“You are worrying me, dude. What’s wrong? Did Wyatt do something to you?”
“What? No… I mean yes, but no, nothing like that.”
“You are mumbling. I am very confused.”
“Sorry, it’s just a difficult topic to talk about.”
“Okay, take your time, I’m here for you man.”
“No, it’s okay. So…” I took a deep breath. “Wyatt and I… we have a special type of relationship.”
“Oookay…”
“No, I mean.. It’s not a typical… romantic relationship. I mean we do love each other, probably more and more every day. But… we are not… like… equal. He is my… I am his…”
“I know. In case you don’t want to say it.”
I looked Adam in the eye for quite a while.
“You know?”
“Yeah, I mean it's quite obvious. And I’ve known you since forever. I know you can be quite…”
“... submissive.” I finished his sentence.
“Yes. I’ve never tried to use this against you intentionally. I know you had a rough time with family, and at school, and… You have to know you are one of the best people I know. Like ever. You are a much better person than me.”
“I…”
“Look… I know that you can be… yes, submissive… and you are eager to help and make people comfortable.”
“To serve.” I was getting more courageous.
“Yes. You are really the best host ever. And yes, I have thought about this, especially in this very open and accepting world that you might need… somebody more, well you could say dominant. I am quite sure that the reason most of your previous relationships didn’t work out was that they were very… vanilla… in every sense. Maybe a little bit too vanilla. But Wyatt… The first time I met him, I felt that this was different.”
“I see.”
“You have to understand one thing, Noah: You are perfect as you are. I accept you, and more importantly I love you. You are my best friend. The perfect thing to say would be “This changes nothing”. But that’s not true. This must have taken a lot of courage to tell me, especially since you know that I am not gay. You might be submissive, but you are one of the bravest men I know. This doesn’t make you any less of a man. Quite the contrary.”
“Thank you, Adam.”
“No, thank YOU, Noah! It’s a very unknown territory for me, as I am quite boring vanilla, but I promise, I’ll be openminded, so feel free to share anything you want.”
But I didn’t really want to share more, this was exactly what I needed. I felt like another heavy burden was lifted off my chest. I felt much lighter, much happier.
When hours later I got home, I was forced to learn the last lesson about being someone’s slave. For me, the biggest one yet.
“Finally, we are almost out of time. Drop everything, chastity cage stays on. In the corner, kneel. High protocol.” And without saying anything else, he put the collar on my neck.
“Yes, Sir!” and I did as I was ordered.
And barely a few minutes later, there was a knock on the door. When Master Wyatt opened it, a young guy came in. He was not what I expected, he literally looked like a younger and thinner, basically a twink version of me.
And this is when I realised what was going to happen.
After the door was closed, the guy noticed me.
“As mentioned before, that is my slave.” Explained Master Wyatt.
“Holy shit that’s hot. He is just gonna kneel there..?” The guy even had a similar voice to me.
“Yes. Is that okay?”
“Sure, I don’t mind. We already agreed on it. So you both live here?”
“We are not here to talk, boy. Kneel and unbutton my pants.” He had to be submissive as well.
“Oh okay.. I thought we were going to…”
“Shut… Up… You can leave anytime you want, but if you stay, you do as I tell you.”
And then the guy lowered to his knees and unbuttoned Master Wyatt, MY Master Wyatt’s pants.
“Fuck, it’s big.”
“Did I ask you for a commentary, boy?”
“I’m sorry, it’s just…”
Master Wyatt snapped his fingers. “Leave… or shut up.”
The guy didn’t leave. I wished he would have left.
I was forced to watch the guy suck on Master Wyatt’s dick. I watched how he was constantly gagging and tapping out, asking for a break. I watched him doing all the moves Master Wyatt didn’t like, and missed the moves he liked. I watched him jerk off it like he was churning butter. I saw on Master Wyatt’s face how displeased he was. And I was screaming inside myself.
For me, sucking dick was like telling a story. It had a slow, but steady beginning, different pace changes, twists and turns, leading up to the grand finale. I played with the dick, like playing the most beautiful symphony. This was untrained. And when he reached out for his own dick, anger started rising in me.
After several failed attempts of guiding the guy, Master Wyatt put an end to this nightmare. At least I thought.
“Remove your pants, and all-four on the couch.” He was going to fuck him. I hoped he wasn’t going to breed him.
The guy did as he was told, but with commentary “Yes, put that big dick inside me, daddy.” Master Wyatt hated being called “daddy”. And he hated commentary. But yet, he stood behind the sub guy, poured a lot of lube on his dick and the guy’s hole, and slowly started pushing in his majestic dick. The guy started whining, “Slowly, daddy, please, your dick is too big.” Master Wyatt took it slower.
A few minutes later, by the time the guy was looser, he was basically screaming all the time: “Yes, daddy, fuck me harder, daddy.” Master Wyatt was quiet on the other hand, which was unusual from him. They switched positions several times. I was watching with my eyes wide open. I noticed both the guy, and Master Wyatt occasionally peeked towards me, several times. The guy was jerking off a lot.
And finally, the moment I was afraid of, arrived. The guy was riding Master Wyatt, who started grunting, and with deep pushes, ejaculated his seed inside him. And at the same time, the guy also came, covering the abs of my Master with semen. I couldn’t believe my eyes.
Then the guy went for a shower. He was going to wash out my Master’s precious cum. Master Wyatt sat on the couch and looked at me.
“Holy shit this was bad. The guy just didn’t shut up. We’ll talk after he’s gone.”
So I was left there for 10 minutes with my thoughts. I wasn’t sure what I was feeling. I was hurt, because he fucked somebody else. But soon I realised, I was hurt even more because I experienced my Master having a bad sexual encounter. And I couldn’t do anything about it.
After the guy left, Master Wyatt invited me to the shower and had me clean his body. And finally when we went to bed he started talking to me.
“Honestly, I expected a little bit different behaviour from you, boy. Were you jealous?”
“Yes, Sir. Very much.”
“Yet, you weren’t crying, but I saw anger. Because I fucked somebody else?”
“Yes, Sir. But not mainly, Sir. That guy… he did everything wrong, Sir.”
“What do you mean, boy?”
“He was… screaming and talking. He couldn’t suck Your dick properly. He..”
“Yes, yes, I see. Yes, you are right, boy. It wasn’t a good fuck. But I did have fun. I wanted, I needed to fuck somebody else. And I will probably keep doing that. And you are not being fair, boy. You have 3 years of training behind you. Your whole existence revolves around me and my needs. I have been chatting with this guy for less than a day.”
“I see, Sir.”
“You gave up your own sexual life, handing it to me, and you have no place to judge mine.”
“But he came on You, Sir!”
“Yes, I told him he can do that.”
I let out a sigh, my mouth fell open.
“Don’t be rude, boy, because I will have to punish you. We are still in high protocol.”
“I am sorry, Sir.”
“You see there is one massive difference between that guy and you. That guy is submissive, yes, but you are a slave. Yes, he likes to be told what to do, and manhandled occasionally. But you intentionally gave up all your rights. Remember boy, YOU told me that YOU want YOUR dick locked up. That you feel like you are not worthy to jerk off while you can have access to a dick like MINE. YOU decided to give me the key to your chastity cage. You automatically kneeled on our second date, without me asking you. You begged for me to breed you, so you can feel OWNED. You gave up the safe word, you have never even used it. You were begging for me to push your limits. You brought up CNC after our first date. You were telling me all about your constant fantasies about being force fucked by strangers. It’s time to finally realise that all this time YOU put yourself under ME. You were born to be a slave. And this guy? You don’t know anything about him, what he wrote to me, what we talked about. You have no right to judge either him, or me.”
I was staring in front of me in silence.
“Things weren’t taken from you, boy. YOU gave them up.” He said in a much softer voice. “It’s time to really accept and embrace this fact. This is not a fantasy, this is not a game to me, not anymore. Did you understand everything I said?”
“Yes, Sir.”
“Alright. Then I’ll ask a question now, and you will take a week to think about it, before answering me. Do you promise that you’ll think it through and not rush to any decisions?”
“Yes, Sir.”
“I know the next week is going to be tough, with visiting your parents. I will be there for you all the time. And that’s why we will stay in low protocol. And that’s why I want you to wait a week before you answer.”
“I understand, Sir.”
“Good, boy. So the question is: Do you want us to step up to a TPE relationship?”
We discussed what it would mean to be in a TPE relationship. First of all, slowly I would give up all my rights and decisions. When and what I would do as a sport. When and what I would eat. Which friend to meet. Where to go and what to do. Would I work, if yes what. I would hand over all of my life, slowly to him.
There would be no contract, no protocols (at least as they were at that point), no special rulesets. This wouldn’t be roleplaying anymore. This would really be our life. With a high chance, I would go under some mental training, hypnotisation, brainwashing. Not to be mindless, no, just to make the transition easier. No one would necessarily know about this, only when he sees it right.
But first, I had one of my toughest days ahead, and that took most of my empty space in my mind. We were going to visit my parents for my mother’s 60th birthday. I even forgot to tell him about my conversation with Adam until later that week.
I hadn’t had a good relationship with my parents. When I told them that I’m gay everything broke. They did the minimum necessary, so I was able to pay for education, but as soon as they realised they shouldn’t wait for a grandchild from me, they moved all their attention to my younger brother.
They have gotten used to the fact that I am gay. But I sensed that deep inside, they didn’t accept it. They have met only one of my previous boyfriends, before Master Wyatt. Whenever we visited (twice per year), the mood was always tense and artificially happy.
Because of that fact that ever since he was 10, he was getting all the attention, my brother became an asshole, and soon realised he can do and say whatever he wanted to me in front of our parents. Yes, I was a frequent sufferer of his bullying. He did become a sports jock.
Master Wyatt also didn’t like going there, but he was the perfect and respectful boyfriend.
That week, I was allowed to wear my cage all the time. I needed it to feel completely safe. Master Wyatt was constantly looking after me, tending me, hugging me whenever he could. And then the day of the visit arrived.
I was a wreck the whole morning. When I was standing in front of the door of our (or more like their, as I didn’t feel myself home there) house, I took a deep breath and opened the door.
“Noah! Wyatt!” my mother opened the door. She put on a fake smile and hugged us.
My family was simply incapable of doing more than small talk. They congratulated me after I told them about my promotion, and I praised their garden. Lunch was mostly calm regardless of my brother's mild comments about Master Wyatt and me.
And then The Accident happened. Since I got used to the fact that there are no locked doors in our apartment, when I went to use the toilet I forgot to lock the door. And of course, when my brother opened the door without any resistance, he was able to see me, sitting on the toilet, peeing through my chastity cage. He stared at it for a few very long seconds, and then closed the door, while trying to hide his laugh behind his palm.
I was devastated. I spent way too much time there. I heard Master Wyatt knocking on the door.
“Noah, are you all right?”
And then my worst nightmare happened: my brother answered somewhere outside.
“Well, he is definitely not jerking off.”
I opened the door and we went back for dessert. I really wanted to leave though, I don’t even understand why I didn’t.
And my brother kept on with the comments: “Noah, aren’t you afraid of being locked down?” “Isn’t this work chastising you?” “Aren’t those guys giving you an erection?”
And I just couldn’t take it anymore, so I shouted: “STOP!”
Everybody was looking at me.
“Noah! Apologise to your brother!” said my mother.
But I was full of him. I wasn’t afraid anymore.
“NO!”
Master Wyatt was just staring at me.
“Come on, brother. Maybe you should put a lock on your mouth too.”
This is when Master Wyatt realised what was happening.
“Fuck you, Rick!” I shouted.
“What is going on?” asked my mother. “Noah, you cannot talk to your brother like this.”
“Do you know what’s going on, mom? This guy here, this Wyatt made Noah to put a fucking cage on his faggot dick!”
Everybody was shocked, all looking at me.
“Noah, what is he talking about?”
“I just saw it, mum, accidentally opened the toilet door while he was in there. He has a fucking black cage on his cock. The little faggot.”
“Don’t talk to him like that.” Said Master Wyatt in a calm voice. I saw that he was breathing heavily though, he must have been furious.
“You have no right to say anything to me here. You are just as big of a faggot as he is. Is your dick locked too? You…”
“Shut up!” Master Wyatt shouted.
And then my mother started talking.
“Don’t you dare talk to my son like that!”
Everybody went silent. Then my mother continued.
“We welcome you to our home, we give you food, and this is how you thank us? By poisoning Noah with your sick abnormalities, and shouting at our son? How dare you…”
I saw that Master Wyatt froze. He was just staring at my mother. And then years of oppression cracked in me.
“I am your son too.” I said quietly. “And how dare YOU talk to my boyfriend like that? What have I ever gotten from you? Nothing but contempt and pain. YOU are the reason it took me decades to accept myself for who I am. For what I was born to be.”
Everybody stared at me, and I continued.
“YOU are the ones poisoning my life. How can you let Rick call me a faggot? To bully me all through my life? Wyatt was the one who supported me, who made me stop hating myself, who was actually there for me. Who accepted me for who I am, who made me a better person. Not you…”
They still couldn’t even say a word.
And then I finally decided to do what I should have done a long time ago.
“I will not take this anymore. I had enough of you and your abuse. You are all horrible people, and I deserve better. I don’t want to hear from you, ever again.”
Then I kissed Master Wyatt, took his hand and walked out of the house, back to our car.
3 days later, on the last day of the week, after I got home from work, I knelt in front of Master Wyatt.
“My answer to Your question is YES, Sir.”
“Noah…”
“I want to be in a TPE relationship with You, Sir. I want to dedicate my life to You.”
He looked me in the eyes for a long time.
“Hm. Good, boy. I was hoping you would say that, because there is another question I want to ask. But first…”
I looked at him questioningly.
“Noah, my boy… I am really sorry for the dinner with your parents.” I started to object, but he lifted up his finger, making me stay quiet. “Let me finish. I promised that I’ll defend you, that I’ll keep you safe, but I failed. I should have stood up for you, and instead, YOU stood up for me. I am ashamed of how much your parents affected me, like I wanted their approval, but I realised I only needed yours. Watching you stand up for yourself, made me realise that you are a better man than me.”
“Sir…”
“I haven’t finished, boy. You have to see, you have to understand, that even though you are a true slave by nature, you are truly submissive, you have so much inner strength that makes you a better, bigger MAN than most people out there. So that’s why I decided, you deserve this.”
And he gave me a small giftbag. When I looked inside I lost all words. There was a pack of underwear, the brand and the type I was looking at, which seemed like an eternity ago, which Master Caleb was wearing the first night they used me together. The red trunks. I was truly shocked.
“Sir…”
“Even if I would still like you to wear jocks and briefs most of the time, you deserve to wear these too.”
I started crying, and he hugged me.
“Thank You, Sir!” and then I remembered. “And what did You want to ask, Sir?”
“Yes, well…” he let me go. “Ever since we have started meeting, you have changed so much. I am truly fascinated by your whole nature. I feel so proud, so happy and so lucky that I had the chance to meet you. And I can’t even express how I feel that you are my slave, my boy. How good of a person you are. And I feel like you make me want to be a better person. For you, for myself, for the both of us. I need you here, by my side, so that I can become a better Dom, a better Master, a better Man.”
He stood up, and put his hand in his pocket. He was nervous.
“Please stand up, boy.”
I did as he asked. I wasn’t sure what was going to happen, and then he descended into one knee. OH MY!
“Noah, my brave boy, you are the love of my life. I want to spend the rest of my life with you, to be your Master, your support. I need you to be my slave, my support. I need you to make me a better person. Will you marry me, boy?”
And then he opened his hands, showing me a nice white-gold ring.
I couldn’t believe what was happening, and almost fainted. My eyes were watering heavily. And then I started nodding, and finally said: “Yes! Yes, Sir!”
He stood up and kissed me, and put the ring on my finger. It was the perfect size. It wasn’t anything fancy, but it was perfect. He was perfect.
“And just to make it real…” he once again reached back and lifted something off behind the couch.
“Close your eyes, boy.” I felt as he put a collar on me, and I was expecting his dick in my hand. But he slowly led me instead to the mirror next to the entrance.
When I opened my eyes, I started crying again. That had been the happiest moment of my life. I kissed him and then looked back again at the mirror.
I had a beautiful leather collar on me, engraved with thin golden strings, and a small tag saying: “Property of Master Wyatt.”
THE END
