One of my longest friendships since joining Tumblr in June of 2015 has been with a brother faggot named Karl. I was first contacted by Karl late in 2016 as his new Owner was trying to convince Karl to go into chastity. Karl was understandably nervous about this commitment, but I encouraged him to try it out.
So Karl bravely went into chastity.
Over the years, Karl continued to talk to me about the ups and downs of his chastity and his struggles with it. There were times when I really thought he might quit. But to his credit, he continued to serve his Owner faithfully despite almost resenting this burden of chastity forced upon him.
And then, last Friday night, Karl the faggot was cunted.
And everything changed.
Cunting is an extraordinary experience for a faggot. I’ve written about it before, of course (”Being Cunted,” click here), but words are clumsy tools to describe a moment so ethereal and spiritual. Simply put, a cunting is the complete destruction of the male persona and identity in a faggot, pulverized bit by bit with every thrust of a Man’s cock during a monumental Rut. It is the transformation of a male sub into a true faggot with a functioning pussy for a hole.
So Karl experienced this Friday night, and he has been FLYING on an emotional high ever since. Suddenly, the chastity cage is no longer bothering him.
“Sir took control of my ass and now I feel that my boy pussy is my main sex organ,” said Karl elatedly. “I feel better about being caged now that I have been cunted.”
I asked him to describe what happened. Here’s what he said:
“He just took control and it was a very long fuck, like over an hour. He went like a wild Man, fucking very fast at times. I think after 40 minutes I was getting to the stage of being cunted; there was lots of pre-cum flowing from my cage, but that was all. I had an amazing anal orgasm that is better for me than the old way.”
But then Karl said the words I was really looking to hear:
“(His cunting) is also a mental state that, as a fag, you realize that you do not need your dick anymore, and you need to forget about it.”
In the two days post-cunting, Karl has experienced a new freedom as the truth about his life comes into crystal-clear focus. He says he’s no longer embarrassed by showing off his cage at the gym. He is experiencing a yearning in his new pussy for more cock, a tickle that never goes away for a cunted faggot.
It took Karl a long time to come to this moment – nearly three years – but all of it became instantly worth it after one hour of Alpha rutting erased the burden of his masculinity forever.
I am so proud of my faggot brother! And I am grateful that I have been able to follow this story to such a glorious, triumphant conclusion! Karl put in the dedication, submission, and patience required, and it has paid off handsomely. You’ve earned this spectacular moment of fulfillment, my brother!
To my faggot followers – this ecstatic and transformative experience can be yours as well if you submit completely and surrender yourself!