This thread follows a faggot named Alexander, an 18-year-old virgin in Luxembourg, as he learns to submit to an Alpha neighbor named Simon. CLICK HERE for these posts in chronological order!

I received a new message early this morning from a faggot named Alexander. This was the very first time I’ve ever talked to this kid, and here’s what he wrote:

Hello. I have a question. I have a neighbor who I adore. He’s cute and hung. I’ve been watching him for weeks, every day when he’s walking his dog Yesterday I helped him getting his groceries inside. When we had everything inside I wanted to leave, but he stood there, and opened his trousers. Then he said I should get on my knees and suck him, he needed it. I was so shocked that I ran away. Now I feel so stupid. I hope he is not upset. What should I do?

Oh. My. Fucking. God.

I was fucking FURIOUS that he ran away from this Alpha’s clear and bold directive. Let me just say this, faggots: if you want to serve a Man, then you need to BE PREPARED AT ALL TIMES and READY TO SUBMIT at a moment’s notice! Steel yourself ahead of time! Be determined to service the Men who demand it of you!

So I tore into the faggot. Gosh, I was livid; I probably was too hard on him given that he’s an inexperienced virgin. When I was done, the faggot (who took it well) asked what he should do.

Well, it was 2pm in the afternoon in Luxembourg, so I told the faggot to immediately go over to this Alpha’s house, kneel, and apologize to him.

And, to the faggot’s credit, he did exactly that!

Here’s what he said happened next:

You were right!

I sucked the first REAL cock of my life!

I went over to his house and I rang the bell. He opened the door and smiled at me. I asked if I could come inside, because I didn’t want my parents see me on my knees. He let me in and when he had closed the door I fell on my knees and apologized. I told him that I panicked and that he has the most beautiful cock I had ever seen.

He said it was ok, he stood right in front of me and I could see his cock getting hard in his pants. I asked if I could get a second chance and he said he thought everyone would deserve a second chance. I wanted to open his pants, but he moved away and said it would be much nicer if I was naked. I have never been naked in front of a man.

I almost ran away again, but I told myself I had to go through this now. I didn’t want to disappoint him again.

He sat down on a sofa and watched me. ‘Now?’ He asked. “Yes, Sir” was all I could get out. ‘Well, then you should get up’ he said. I got up but I was so confused. “Take off your shirt,” He commanded me. I took it off like in trance. “Good boy,” he said. “Now take off your shoes and socks.” I did as told. There was a pause. He was looking at me and I knew what he was waiting for but I couldn’t. ‘Take off your trousers.’ I slowly took them off, totally ashamed.

“Ok,” he said, “and now let me see what’s underneath those pants.” I very slowly took them off. Then I was standing there, completely naked, in front of a stranger. He told me to turn around. Then he suddenly got up and grabbed me. He told me to bend over and before I knew what was going on he had his finger in my asshole. OMG! I hadn’t cleaned and it was so embarrassing, but he didn’t seem to mind. He said it was a very nice hole. I wanted to tell him that I’m a virgin and that I didn’t want to get fucked but I couldn’t say a word. The next moment I was on my knees again and his cock was out and suddenly it was in my mouth. It was semi-hard and he told me to get him hard. He gave me directions on what to do, where to lick. He told me to leave my hands at my back. He was moaning and he said I was a good boy, then I got hard myself and my hand went to my cock and I started rubbing it and that was when he slapped me across my face. He said I was NEVER to do that again in his presence. Then he held my head and fucked my throat without mercy. I even puked and I hadn’t imagined that it would be so messy, but he didn’t seem to mind any of it.

He came inside my mouth and onto my face and he told me to swallow it. I have never tasted anyone’s cum, except my own and I just thought it tastes so good.

Then he fell onto the sofa and told me to get up and clean the mess I made and myself. I reached for my pants but he said no, he’d enjoy the sight. I cleaned and then he told me to lay over his lap. I was afraid he was going to spank me, but he started to move his finger around my hole. That felt so nice.

He asked how old I was and what I was doing. He spit onto my hole and his finger went a little bit inside and he continued to move it around. He didn’t say anything for another five minutes, then he asked if I ever had been fucked before. I said no and that I wasn’t prepared. He said there was no need to panic and then he put a second finger inside my hole. He was hard again and he said he would have to use me again. He left it to me if I wanted my ass or throat fucked and I said my throat.

So he fucked my throat again. Much rougher than before.

When he was done with me he got dressed and said that his lawn needs to be cut. I said I could do that, and he said of course you can.

I was on my way out when he called me back. I was wondering why and he said he wouldn’t mind me mowing his lawn naked, but he thought maybe my parents weren’t ready for that yet.

I had completely forgotten to get dressed again!

So I mowed his lawn and now I’m back home and I still don’t know what happened to me.

WOW!

So first of all, I’m proud of my fag brother Andrew for making amends for his offensive mistake the previous day. He listened to my instructions, humbled himself properly, and ended up experiencing something extraordinary! This is how it’s done!

Alpha Simon told the faggot he planned on fucking his pussy tomorrow, so Alexander was frantic and panicking about what to do. I instructed him to shave away all of the hair around his clit and pussy hole. I also instructed him to get lube (he didn’t).

But mostly, I have been trying to talk him down. Alpha Simon’s assault on this virgin faggot left him really shaken and dizzy. That is a pretty typical reaction. I remember how I was after my first Alpha Roger throat fucked me … I felt like a zombie at the end of the world for days.

But the most telling question from Alexander was this one:

How did he know I’m a faggot when not even I knew that?

Alphas know. They are blessed with a sixth sense that allows them to see through the defenses we attempt to construct around ourselves and see the “secret faggot” hiding inside (see this recent post about that). They see so much submission from people around them that they can spot it for miles. They instantly sum up the people they meet, and determine their usefulness or purpose.

Which is why I yelled at Alexander when he failed his first text, and why I exhort faggots to BE READY AT ALL TIMES. Alphas are watching, always scanning the prairie for fresh prey. There is nowhere to hide from their vision, either.

Alexander found that out today. Now his life is changed forever!

This thread follows a faggot named Alexander, an 18-year-old virgin in Luxembourg, as he learns to submit to an Alpha neighbor named Simon. CLICK HERE for these posts in chronological order!

After I posted my first account of fag Alexander’s initial submission to his neighbor Alpha Simon, the faggot was nearly hysterical. It sounded very much like Alpha Simon was gearing up to take Alexander’s virginity.

So I instructed Alexander to shave his ass and pubic hair. I also instructed him to buy some lube (which he didn’t do). I kept reminding him to just breathe, that this Alpha clearly knows what he’s doing and won’t hurt him too much.

So then Alexander received a message to come over to Alpha Simon’s house at 10am.

Then this happened:

So I went over to his house at 10 am yesterday morning. He opened – he was completely naked – and as I went inside he turned and walked away, only saying ‘take your clothes off, boy!’ I took my clothes off, then followed him into his bedroom. He was sitting on his bed, his legs spread and as he didn’t say anything I started to suck his cock. I think, he really enjoyed it, as he was moaning a lot. He had put his hand on my head and guided me, telling me to keep my teeth to myself, and then he grabbed my hair. It hurt a little but – I don’t know – felt somewhat good at the same time. Then he had me lay on the bed, my head weirdly over the edge and he got up and fucked my throat. I found that even worse then when he fucked my throat when I was kneeling, but he seemed to enjoy it a lot. He came into my mouth and told me to keep his cum inside my mouth. Then flipped me around and also came onto my asshole.

When he had finished he asked if I had prepared my pussy for his cock. I (as I wasn’t allowed to swallow) mumbled Yes, but I couldn’t get lube. And he said well, that shouldn’t stop me, should it?I didn’t dare to ask for a condom or about any diseases.

Then he sat back in the bed and told me to go on all fours, with my ass pointing at him. He rubbed his cum inside my asshole first with one finger, like drawing circles, then he put two fingers insideHe said I was a good boy and that I had a beautiful tight pussy. Then I felt something cold on my ass – lube – thank God – I thought, and he slowly worked in a third finger! This took ages. I don’t know how long he kept doing this, but he also kept hitting my prostate I assume and it felt so good and my hand reached for my cock again – he slapped me hard on my ass.

DON’T

YOU

EVER

TOUCH

YOUR

CLIT

IN

MY

PRESENCE

AGAIN

He said softly, but sharp at the same time, if you know what I mean. Very slowly. He said the next time I would touch my clit I would get a spanking. Then he continued doing his thing with my asshole, and

He also kissed my ass stroked it, but his fingers still kept going deep inside. Eventually, I was SO close to cum and I wondered if he would spank me if I came without his permission, but at this point he suddenly pulled his fingers out, and lined his cock at my hole. “Ok, your pussy is ready for my cock now,” he said, and I could feel him pushing inside. He went slowly, leaving me time to adjust, but he kept telling me what a good boy I was. I was so proud!

When he was all inside he started to go back and forth, slowly first, but then getting faster. I can’t even say if it did hurt or not, I was somewhere else. He told me how good my tight cunt felt on his cock and what a good boy I was. I’m ashamed to say that I came – but I came handsfree. A few minutes later he also came, but deep inside my ass. Then we both were laying on his bed, gasping for breath, and he smiled at me and said that he had enjoyed my pussy a lot.

I wondered if I should leave, but he said he needed to place a second load in my pussyWith this he was over me, my legs over his shoulders and before I knew what was happening he was inside my hole again. This time he watched my face all the time while he was fucking my ass.

He came inside my ass again, then he pulled out and he held his still hard cock in front of my mouth. “You know what a good boy does with his Master’s cock, after he brought joy to his pussy?” He asked. Of course I knew what he meant, I’ve been a reader of your blog for three years! But it was so disgusting, thinking about all that was on his cock. “Open your mouth, boy,” He said quietly, “You need to learn to clean a cock. It won’t kill you.” I hadn’t known sex was so messy! I was thankful to you for telling me to clean out properly! I opened my mouth and he shoved it inside. It tasted disgusting, and I thought I was going to puke. All the while he was watching my face, grinning. I think he had fun. When he was clean he laid back in the bed, and he had my head on his crotch and he was stroking through my hair.

He said just to make things clear, he wasn’t my lover or boyfriend. He was much more than that … He was my Master. He would own me, possess me.

From now on I would do everything he would tell me to do, without discussion or talking back. He expected me to respond to his texts within a minute, if he tells me to come to his place, I would do so ASAP, No matter what I was doing. I asked what if I’m back at school. He sighed and said ASAP. Also I must take my clothes off as soon as I enter his house. I must always address him as Sir or Master. I must kneel and look down when he enters a room. He said he might share me with friends, but not now. All the time he was stroking through my hair and that felt so good to me. Then he told me to change the sheets in his bed and go back to my parents.

What an amazing first experience! Alexander was so overjoyed going home that he went and immediately screwed up:

He said I’m not allowed to masturbate without his permission. I did. First thing when I got home.

A few hours passed. Then Alpha Simon texted Alexander and ordered the faggot back over to his house for another breeding. So Alexander ran over there.

I dropped everything and ran to his house. The door was open. I went in, closed it and took my clothes off. He was waiting in the bedroom. I dropped on my knees and looked down.

He said, “Good boy … Now look at me.”

I looked at him and his cock was already hard. “Did you touch your clit?” He asked. I wondered if I should say no, but then I thought he’d probably know that I had. “Yes, Sir,” I said, “I’m sorry, Sir.”

“You came without my permission?” He asked. “Yes, Sir.” I looked down again, feeling ashamed.

“Bend over the bed,” he said, while he was getting up. I obeyed. I remembered what he had said. No discussion, no talking back.

“Good boy,” he said, then he spanked my ass with a brush. I didn’t know a brush could hurt that much!

“I don’t enjoy punishing you,” he said after he had finished, “but you need to be punished when you disobey.” I said “yes, Sir. I understand.”

His cock was soft again and then he told me to get it hard. I sucked him and when he was hard he flipped me over, I felt lube on my hole and he pushed inside. He didn’t go slow this time, and he fucked me more roughly than he had before. He told me not to shower when I get home, he wanted his cum dropping out of my pussy, while I had dinner with my parents. I changed the sheets again and then I went back home.

And then Alexander masturbated again.

(NOTE: Since I began this mammoth article, Alexander has been summoned over to Alpha Simon’s house two more times to service him. I can’t keep up with these updates fast enough. Let’s just sum it up this way: Alexander received a second beating for masturbating, and got fucked three more times).

EDIT: Alexander wrote to me to tell me that he actually ended up staying the night! Alpha Simon let him sleep in his bed! In the morning Alexander sucked Alpha Simon off and then made him breakfast! Incredible!

I’m left stunned by this monumental deflowering accomplished by Alpha Simon. Remember, this all happened because Alexander had the courage to kneel and offer himself to an Alpha! Now Alexander has not only been fucked, but he also has a new Master who has quickly and skillfully taken control of his life!

A few random thoughts:

1. Alpha Simon is the real deal, a true Master. He performs aftercare with Alexander after some furious rutting. He disciplines the faggot when it commits errors.
2. Alpha Simon is good for Alexander. He’s already trying to get Alexander to admit he’s gay to the people in his life so that the little faggot’s life with be better. That’s very thoughtful encouragement in a life-building sense, beyond service.
3. Alpha Simon really needs to cage Alexander’s clit. Now that I’ve experienced chastity, I’m 100% on board the chastity train. It is a complete reinforcement of purpose for a faggot. In Alexander’s case, he’s an 18-year-old faggot who has never been trained. He’s masturbating all the time, and losing interest in service after he cums. He needs to be caged.

This might be one of the most shattering deflowerings I’ve ever heard before. Alpha Simon has thoroughly fucked the body and mind of Alexander the faggot.

Little Alexander told me he thinks he’s already in love with Alpha Simon. I warned him against that, but he’s holding out hope that Alpha Simon will eventually fall in love, too.

Looks like more walls still remain to be knocked down.

This thread follows a faggot named Alexander, an 18-year-old virgin in Luxembourg, as he learns to submit to an Alpha neighbor named Simon. CLICK HERE for these posts in chronological order!

Well, things continue to rapidly and dramatically ramp up in the world of 18-year-old faggot Alexander!

This post is a adjunct to this monumental post from yesterday about Alexander’s deflowering. As I reported in that article, Alexander stayed the night at Master Simon’s house. The next morning, Master Simon encouraged Alexander to do something very special.

He told Alexander to come out as gay to his parents!

Much to his credit, Alexander continues to wisely listen to correct information and then bravely act on it. He did that with my original advice, and he did so when his Master told him it was time to come clean with his family.

So Alexander went to his house and dropped the bombshell on them. They were very upset, although most of their anger was (understandably) directed at the older neighbor who was fucking their son. Their reaction was so hysterical that Alexander left the house and ran to the safety of Master Simon.

In tears, Alexander related the terrible reaction of his parents to Master Simon. Surprisingly, Master Simon was calm, and that immediately eased Alexander’s anxiety. Then Master Simon told Alexander to remain in the house, because he was going to walk over to Alexander’s house and confront the parents!

OH NO!

So Master Simon left to handle the irate parents, and Alexander began texting me, terrified. Would Master Simon get into a fight? Would his parents disown him? All sorts of fears swirled through his mind!

After a while, Alexander received a call to come home.

I apologized to my parents though I didn’t think I had done anything wrong, but Master told me to, and you know – no discussion, no talkback. He later explained to me, that though my parents had been wrong, I wasn’t in a position to be rude to my parents. I have to pay them respect.

My parents accepted my apology and my father then said I should go to my room and stay there, but Master said he thought it would be better if I packed a few things and stayed with him until things had calmed down.

My father told him I was his son and he would decide where I live and he shouted at me ‘GO TO YOUR FUCKING room!’, but Master said quietly ‘well I think we should let Alex decide. He’s 18. He’s an adult.’

My parents stared at me expectingly, and Master smiled at me. I said I’d like to go with Simon.’ then I ran to my room and packed what I needed. Master was waiting for me, no one said a word.

When we walked out of the door Master said they should think about what he had said and they knew where to find me.

Then we left.

I will admit that I was somewhat uncomfortable with the aggressiveness with which Master Simon attacked and used little Alexander at first. I even felt a little guilty for encouraging him to venture into the lion’s den unprepared.

But it appears that Alexander has, instead, lucked into the most incredibly-fortunate situation imaginable. He’s a faggot who just happens to have a Protector Alpha living right next door.

I really commend Master Simon for wisely employing his Alpha powers to control and subdue Alexander’s parents. It shows the intrinsic ability Alphas have to bend the wills of lesser humans. It’s a form of mind control. A Jedi mind trick. It’s like the techniques a farmer uses to make the cattle go where he wants. Alpha magic!

This has been a whirlwind 2-3 days in the life of a faggot who, just a week ago, never dreamed about the dramatic changes that are now reality in his new life! This is what’s possible when we are brave and reach out for what we truly want regardless of the risk!

Alexander’s dreams are coming true!

“Sam, I don’t regret one single thing,” said Alexander afterward. That’s because he ACTED!

Live without regret and ACT like Alexander! Amazing dreams can come true for you, too!

This thread follows a faggot named Alexander, an 18-year-old virgin in Luxembourg, as he learns to submit to an Alpha neighbor named Simon. CLICK HERE for these posts in chronological order!

The development of little newbie faggot Alexander continues at a breakneck pace! Simon, Alexander’s Master, has decided that he should train Alexander to drink his piss.

This is usually a line for many faggots. There is a natural revulsion toward urine given that it is an excreted waste product. Additionally, there is a deep catalog of evidence in both the animal kingdom and human history that urine is used for the purpose of humiliation and aggression. It’s something we all understand, and that’s mainly why faggots recoil from being pissed on or swallowing it.

From a health standpoint, while urine might not be the most refreshing of beverages, it’s largely harmless to ingest (some claim there are health benefits, though given my bout with cancer they apparently were never transferred to me). Sometimes it tastes pretty strong, but most of the time a healthy Man’s piss barely tastes of anything. That’s because it’s mostly made of water.

I have swallowed piss for years, and I’ve been pissed on many times as well. The first time I ever did it, I had this feeling of falling off a cliff. In my mind, I just kept saying, “okay, here we goooo …” while separating myself from what was happening to my body. Over time, I came to appreciate the experience of drinking a Man’s piss. It’s supremely humbling.

But, for whatever reason, I became apprehensive when Master Simon told me of his plans for little Alexander. The faggot was just deflowered a week ago, kicked out of his parent’s house, and was now serving a Man full-time. That felt like enough for now. I was afraid adding this new assignment might terrify the boy, give him anxiety, and make him stop.

Boy, was I wrong!

First, I received this message from Master Simon:

I started conditioning him on my piss today. I started with my morning piss, because I wanted to see how he’d react. To my surprise, he drank it all!!! This boy is absolutely fascinating!

Then came Alexander’s excited account:

I drank Masters piss, Sam!!!! It was very strong and the first sip was kinda weird, but I knew I’m drinking something very special and I drank it all. Master is SO proud. He says I’m a very good boy.

Incredible!

I continue to marvel at Alexander’s internal strength and conviction. He takes orders spectacularly well; the kid was born to be a faggot! When someone of some authority gives him a command, he simply follows it exactly without question or hesitation! Breathtaking!

Master Simon later revealed to me that the piss training was part of a larger plan – to make Alexander a SLAVE. As shown by the example of Tim the fag slave, the life of a slave is radically different from the run-of-the-mill faggot. There’s a dehumanization to it that is several levels deeper into subspace.

But Alexander seems eager for the challenges that lie directly ahead.

OMG I’m so proud to have found such a good Master. I often read that Masters would treat their faggots like shit, but Master is always nice. He’s strict and when I misbehave I get punished, but he’s always nice, and after he has punished me, he takes me in his arms or strokes my hair. I do everything he wants anyway. I just was allowed to drink his piss again. Directly from his cock. Of course I drank every drop and I thanked him for it. He said I was such a good boy.

As such, Master Simon has arranged for the next phase of Alexander’s slave training – serving multiple Men at once.

Master has invited a friend tonight to fuck me. He says I must get used to serve all men. Of course I’m looking forward to it very much.

So be happy for little Alexander as his life is completely reshaped in Master Simon’s knowledgeable hands!

I have never been so happy, Sam.

GOOD BOY!

This thread follows a faggot named Alexander, an 18-year-old virgin in Luxembourg, as he learns to submit to an Alpha neighbor named Simon. CLICK HERE for these posts in chronological order!

Little Alexander went on a very interesting field trip today!

Since Alexander excitedly agreed to stay the weekend with an actual slave Master this weekend, Master Simon took him to meet this new Master!

Now, when I say this is a slave Master, I am dead serious – he owns a literal faggot slave. The situation is very similar to the life slave Tim leads with his straight Alpha Master. The faggot sleeps in a cage. It is always naked. It is beaten at least once a week regardless of whether it has made mistakes “just to keep it in the right frame of mind.” It wears a chastity cage resembling an iron maiden with sharp spikes on the inside of the device that looks something like this:

I think the very idea of meeting such an intense Man would terrify most faggots, but not Alexander. He was excited.

So they went to meet this slave Master. Immediately Alexander was commanded to strip completely naked. The slave Master inspected every part of Alexander’s body (which Alexander found to be quite uncomfortable).

Then the slave Master took his slave out and presented it in front of Alexander. The Master began beating the faggot for some extended period of time as Alexander watched in horror. Then, as Master Simon watched, the slave Master mounted Alexander from behind and rammed his cock into Alexander’s already-tender pussy without lube. He then proceeded to pound Alexander violently, a rut that Alexander said hurt considerably. Finally, the slave Master dumped his load in Alexander’s pussy.

The slave Master told Master Simon that Alexander was acceptable enough to stay the weekend in his dungeon of terror.

When Alexander related this story to me, I could feel my heart rate rising. Panic was setting in. I was curious how a naive young virgin faggot could be taking in this much information and experience so quickly.

But what it apparently boils down to is that Alexander is fearless. Nothing phases him, ever. He simply charges into every situation like a rescue dog on a mission; if you told Alexander that he had to suck the dick of an Alpha surrounded by a raging inferno, I’m pretty sure Alexander would charge into the flames as soon as you pointed out the direction. It’s breathtaking.

Also scary. Such enthusiasm can really sustain a person through many troubling moments, but it can also lead you into traps. Hopefully Alexander doesn’t find himself in an iron maiden-like life trap.

This thread follows a faggot named Alexander, an 18-year-old virgin in Luxembourg, as he learns to submit to an Alpha neighbor named Simon. CLICK HERE for these posts in chronological order!

We last heard from little Alexander as he was taken by his new Master Simon to stay a weekend at the home of an actual slave Master named John. I was waiting anxiously for an update from either Alexander or Master Simon about this extreme training exercise, but they were strangely quiet. I began to worry that something may have gone wrong.

But finally Alexander managed to pull himself away from his homework long enough to recount his two-day experience living under the control of a brutal, real-life slave Master!

Here’s what the faggot said:

Master Simon took me to Master John on Saturday morning. He led me into his dungeon and I had to undress. He didn’t explain anything, but I was told on Thursday that I was only allowed to talk when I was asked, a slave obeys. Master Simon asked again, if I was really sure that I want to stay the weekend and I said yes, I want to. Master then drove away and I was on my on. It was a bit scary, but I really wanted to see what it is like and I was glad Master gave me the chance to find out.

Master John told me to kneel, then he put on a heavy metal collar around my neck and put a chain on it, he restrained my hands behind my back, and then he did the most terrible thing. He shaved off my hair!!! I really do love my hair and I cried a little, I think I was also panicking a little, because I realized that I’m alone with him now, and I wished Master Simon had stayed, but then I thought Master Simon would have never left me alone with someone he didn’t trust, and I pulled myself together and told myself that my hair will grow back.

He took the chastity device that I had told you about (CLICK HERE) and put it on my clit. Oh Sam, that was scary. I got hard and he somehow forced it inside and the spikes really did hurt a lot. Don’t get hard, boy, was all he said. Then Master John put a hood over my head – such a rubber thing – it was very tight and it had a dildo inside that went down my throat. That was very uncomfortable, I found it hard to breathe, but I couldn’t even tell him.

Next, I felt a lot of pain on my nipples and I realized that he had put on nipple clamps. It did hurt so much and I wanted to cry out but I couldn’t. I only choked. Oh, because of the hood I couldn’t see anything. I only felt the pain on my clit and on my nipples and I was afraid I would choke, but again I told myself it would be fine. I didn’t know much about Master John, but I trusted Master Simon.

Then he led me to a cage, of course I first didn’t know that he led me there, but I felt it when he moved me in. It wasn’t very big and I had to be on all fours, he restrained me, so that I couldn’t move and then I felt lube on my ass and I thought he’d going to fuck me now, but it was a dildo that went inside. Have fun, he said, I’ll look after you again tomorrow morning. With that he left and I was panicking inside again. I had so many questions, but everything around me was dark. I was scared again, but then I told myself that I need to drink and eat and that he MUST come again before the next morning.

Time passes very slowly when you’re alone in the dark. I drooled and I tried to concentrate on breathing, but I had so many thoughts running through my head, excitement and fear, I thought about Master Simon and that I actually hardly know anything about him, but deep inside me I knew I could trust him. And I already missed him so much.

Imagine being in this situation overnight, caged on all fours with a masked hood on and dildos in both your ass and throat! Terrifying!

After many, many hours, at least it seemed to me, for a moment I really thought the next morning had already arrived, I heard Master John approach. How is my new slave doing? he asked. Is it comfortable enough? I tried to say something but I couldn’t. He pulled the dildo out of my ass and his cock went inside. Then he fucked me. The fuck seemed to last forever, then he shot his load inside my ass and put the dildo back in. With that he left. I was so thirsty and I also needed to pee so badly.

After hours of waiting he came back. He pulled out the dildo and put in an assplug, a really big one. Then he got me out of the cage. He told me to go on all fours, as slaves aren’t allowed to walk, and he led me somewhere else. I was still wearing the hood and couldn’t see a thing. He told me to kneel, then he put off the hood. I could breathe again. He grinned. I wanted to tell him that I was thirsty and that I needed to pee so badly, but I got slapped as soon as the first word came out of my mouth. Slaves aren’t allowed to talk, he said, and slapped me again. And it was not like when Master Simon slaps me. This really hurt. He pointed to the floor. Now I realized the other slave was there also, kneeling on the floor as I did and I realized the bowls on the floor. One was with water, in the other was something indefinable, apparently we were supposed to eat this. Our hands were still restrained and Master John said You have three minutes. Go! With that his slave was at the bowl, eating as much from this as he could. I was still baffled, but then I understood that we only had three minutes and I tried to lick up as much water as I could. The ‘food’ in the other bowl looked and smelled so disgusting I couldn’t eat it. Master John then said “Finished” and kicked the bowls away.

Then he led us into his garden and the other slave lifted his leg to pee at a tree. I realized that was my only chance to pee and I did the same. Then Master John led us back into the dungeon. The other slave was bent over some kind of wooden thing, and restrained. I had to kneel on the floor and watch. Master John got a belt and started to beat the slave. After a while he changed to a paddle, then a whip. Every stroke seemed to hurt me as well. When Master John was finished with his slave he put him back into his cage. Then he told me to take the place. I didn’t want to, but I knew I had to obey and I bent over that thing and got restrained. I expected Master John would beat me now, but instead he fucked my ass again. After he had cum he got the paddle and spanked my ass. OMG, this did hurt so much!!! I only got ten strokes , but I was crying and I was begging him to stop after the first stroke.

Then the hood came back on me, with the dildo down my throat and I felt him putting weights to the nipple chain. Then I was put back into the cage, restrained, dildo inside my ass. I couldn’t move. My ass was still hurting and my clit tried to get hard in the spiked cage and caused me a lot of pain.

Just reading his recap makes me sad for the little faggot! I practically winced while reading this!

Again it seemed like hours and hours till he got me back out again. He led me through the dungeon and up stairs. Then he took of the hood again. To my surprise it was still daylight. He sat on his sofa and told me to massage his feet. I needed to pee so badly again, but I didn’t dare to ask. I kneeled before him, massaged his feet, then he fucked my throat.

He didn’t cum down my throat though, instead, he turned me around and fucked my ass again. I needed to pee so badly and he cunted me. I couldn’t help it, at some point I peed. It was very embarrassing and he didn’t say a thing, he finished inside my ass, then he turned me around and slapped me hard again. He said I wasn’t allowed to pee without his permission, he pulled me over his lap and spanked me. Then he told me to clean up my mess. I wanted to get a towel or something, but he slapped me and told me to lick it up. All of it. I hesitantly licked my pee off the floor, and I knew this wasn’t the last time I’d get spanked.

He fucked me again and then he said it was supper time. His slave had cooked him dinner, now he sat down to have dinner and we had to kneel near him. I realized how hungry I was. I expected we would get his leftovers, but when he was done eating he let us down again and we again got water and this disgusting something in bowls, our hands restrained at our backs. Five minutes he said and I immediately got to the water bowl and drank as much as I could. I didn’t dare to eat what was in the other bowl. It was evening now and I was put into a somewhat larger cage to sleep. The other slave wasn’t there.

So I had spent most of the day waiting in the cage I was really exhausted and fell asleep, though the cage wasn’t very comfortable. I woke up because the cage was opened in the middle of the night. I was pulled out and fucked and put in again.

What seemed like an hour later I was pulled out again and let upstairs. It was still dark outside and Master John told me to clean the bathroom, the kitchen and the living room, but thoroughly. I had my hands and feet restrained and the chain on my collar got attached to a hook on the ceiling and I started to clean. When I was finished with the bathroom he led me to the kitchen. Again the chain got attached to a hook in the ceiling and I started to clean again. I had to clean the floors on my knees and it really hurt after a while.

When I had finished with the living room it was bright day outside. Master John came, leading the other slave on a leash and he took us outside to piss and shit. It was so embarrassing. Then he took us back to the dungeon where he used a hose to clean us. He cleaned out our asses with ice cold water. I was about to cry. I hadn’t slept much, I was hungry and thirsty. Then Master John fucked the both of us.

After that we had breakfast. I only drank the water and Master John said if I wouldn’t eat he would spank me. I didn’t want to be spanked and I tried to eat the food, but it tasted so disgusting, I just couldn’t. I got spanked…

I spent most of the day again locked up in the cage, getting fucked now and then, getting spanked for nothing or for accidentally peeing. In the evening, after I had again refused to eat, he put me back into the cage he said he had paid a lot of money for me and I’d better learn to be a good slave. I looked at him, I didn’t dare to speak, and he laughed and said yes, Master Simon sold you to me. He‘s not going to take you back. You’d better get used to your new life.

He laughed again and put the hood over my face, the gag inside my mouth and I was put into the cage. I didn’t sleep at all. I thought Master Simon wouldn’t do that, but then I thought, I knew nothing about Master Simon. I was scared and I cried.

This might be the cruelest part of this very cruel story. It’s one thing to torture the body, but when you torture the soul, it is absolutely devastating. Making Alexander believe that his first Master sold him into this life of slavery is worse than thousands of lashes with a whip!

It was a terrible night. Everything hurt and I was scared that I would have to stay there for the rest of my life. He woke me again in the middle of the night and he fucked my throat and ass, then back in the cage.

The next morning I was taken out of the cage early and let outside to pee. Then he fucked me again and back into the cage. Then I was taken out again and let upstairs. The hood was taken off and Master Simon was there. I was so relieved that I started to cry!

The nipple chain and the cockcage was taken off. Such a relieve!!! And then I was allowed to put on my clothes and we left. We didn’t talk much as we drove back to Master Simon’s house. We went inside and I undressed, then Master Simon told me to go into the kitchen. He had made breakfast for me! Fresh rolls, butter, cheese!! Everything I needed. I realized how hungry I was and I started to eat. Master Simon didn’t say anything, he just watched me.

Suddenly I felt so tired and I nearly fell asleep over my breakfast. Master Simon said I should go to bed, and I did. I fell into the bed and and asleep as soon as I touched the pillow. It’s so good to be home, I thought.

When I woke up it was already dark outside and I realized that the reason why I had woken up was that Master Simon and shoved his cock inside my pussy and was slowly fucking me. When he realized that I’m awake he fucked me harder. He cunted me again.

Then we got up. He had already made dinner and we had dinner together. He said he was glad to have me back and that I had to tell him all. After dinner I sucked his cock, he fucked my pussy again and then I lay there with my head on his lap, his finger running through my hair and I told him my adventure.

When I had finished he asked if I still had the fantasy about being a slave and I said I’d rather prefer to stay his faggot.

BRAVO!!

I thank little Alexander for crafting this exquisite look into a dark world that exists below the surface of society, even below the seedy underbelly of most BDSM scenes. This is real-life faggot slavery, and it’s REAL. There are Men out there who want to own and use true male slaves and exact their sadistic toll on them.

As a faggot, I’ll never understand why one Man would do that to anybody. I wouldn’t do that to people I truly hate, let alone a little faggot who exists to please me! But, as I’ve often said on this site, the heart of Men is filled with rage and fury and passion. Sometimes it needs to be released in ways we cannot fully comprehend.

Regardless, the “adventure” Alexander endured was a difficult emotional read. I felt like a father watching his son go through a painful medical process and being unable to alleviate his pain.

But ultimately, the experience demonstrated two things unequivocally:

1. Alexander truly loves being Master Simon’s faggot, and he has a new appreciation for the comfort and care of his new Owner.
2. Alexander is about as tough as a faggot can get. He’s bold and fearless and stronger than an army of weightlifters. What would’ve forced manlier Men to tap out did not break Alexander.

I thank my little brother Alexander for this expertly-crafted personal experience. It was harrowing, heartbreaking, and ultimately joyful. Your big brother is proud of you!

love, sam