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Collegiate Slave Sale

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Trapped (part 1)

Tom and Sven had been together for a few months already. The young athletic brown hair/green eyes Tom and the more mature blond hair/blue eyes Sven were going along pretty well. Tom had a dominant temper and Sven liked to please his man at any time. They had both intense and frequent sexual needs and had found in each other the perfect match for regular and pretty kinky mutual fun.

Over the last weeks Sven had felt a growing appetite for domination from his partner. A request to lick his feet, a few slaps and insults during fucking, a more firm hand on his head while getting throat fucked. He thought he knew where Tom wanted to go and was ready to accept it. He already had had a boyfriend dominant in bed and was ready to let Tom go pretty far that road. The mistake was to tell him ambiguously « Tom you are the man of my life. Let me be your sex slave ».

Slave really ? Tom needed just that green light. Over the following weeks, he definitely moved in at Sven’s place and progressively increased the dominating stance. Testing each and every weak point of his partner. He knew already how much spanking would make Sven horny and demanding. He engaged into wrestling, knowing his stronger body would lead to his superiority every time. At one point he let a few drops of piss out of his tool into Sven’s mouth, just to check that his new sub was ready to take it. And Sven after a bit of surprise, did ask for more. « I love it Tom, give me more ». Sure he would… it became a habbit for Tom not to go to the bathroom when they were together. And within weeks the morning load was a ritual Sven would not want to miss, no matter how thick or tasty it could be.

Spanking and slapping became also more frequent and it was often Sven demanding it, knowing how horny Tom would become and how hard his cock would then be. Sven was being provocative and Tom pulling his boyfriend that road as well. After some time he added a leather belt to the landscape and Sven loved it and replied bringing up a bamboo stick. It became also a ritual to punish Sven every morning. First with 10 that rapidly grew to 50 and later 100.

Tom started to call his boyfriend’s names. He would not use Sven anymore, but call him either his servant, his toy or his slave. Eventually he limited it to slave enjoying how Sven would run to him just hearing that word.

Sven himself would call Tom Master or Sir from time to time, until the day he was forbidden to use any other. « don’t you dare call me Tom. I am your superior in everything. Use Master from now on ». And the slap on Sven face went stronger than it usually would. « Yes Master. Won’t ever happen ». And Sven rushed to his boyfriend’s cock that he found so hard that he could make it come in a few tens of seconds.

They were both enjoying the stepping up in the play. Sven was certain that it was consolidating their relationship, that Tom had this dominant temper and that satisfying it would be the best thing for the long term he was himself looking for.

Tom at the same time was carefully progressing, breaking one taboo after the other but always showing attention and tenderness to his older partner. He knew were he wanted to go.

One night he pushed back Sven from a kiss and forced him to his feet. « Lick it, kiss it. That’s were you belong ». Sven obeyed reluctantly although he knew eventually he would get the expected kiss. That night he did not. After the feet bathing, Tom flog his ass and fucked him raw without a sign of affection. Sven had difficulty to sleep that night but the morning session went so intense that it erased all his doubts.

The day to day life also changed. Sven was a good cook but the chores had been split so far. Progressively they were not anymore. Eventually Tom made it clear that if there were a slave and a Master in this house then the slave would do the chores and the Master enjoy his time. Once again Sven had an hesitation then comply. He was deeply in love with his partner and would not want to risk a conflict. He enjoyed cooking and he would not mind house cleaning or ironing, provided his man would appreciate and compensate his efforts.

Tom was definitely enjoying its new powers and pushing his advantage carefully. One Saturday morning he asked Sven not to dress up and to do the morning chores in his underwear. By lunch time he made it clear that Sven was to stay naked the whole week end. « That’s how I like my slave ».

The Sunday night being their six months anniversary, Sven had cooked a meal and prepared a romantic table for a tête à tête. He had understood he would have to stay naked but actually did not mind. Once again he was expecting to benefit from the excitation of his partner.

At dinner time he found his plate on the floor with a box tied up in a ribbon on it. That was not as romantic as expected but the prospect of eating at Tom’s feet made Sven very horny. And he went on his fours as expected. « Open your present and wear it slave »

The present was one more step to change their relationship. A chastity cage. Sven had never worn any. No matter how submissive he could turn in bed, he would always look for his own pleasure as much as that of his partner. The cage would definitely change that.

« Tom i am not… » he could not finish it. Tom put his hand on Sven’s mouth and told him softly but firmly. « Don’t ruin the evening slave. Be good and you know you ll get the best fuck ever ». Once again Sven knew it and complied.

Although the morning after the cage was still on. He could not find the key and Tom had left to work.

At night Tom stopped again any discussion but on a different tone. « I make the decision slave. You ll take this off when I want. Get use to it » and he offered his cock to suck. Best way for Sven not to argue any longer.

The first chastity session lasted a full week. Sven was getting even more horny every day and Tom fucked him each and every night. Definitely a win win. At the same time Tom continued to enforce the new rules for Sven : nudity at home and meals at his feet.

When released Sven spent his day praising and thanking his partner. He had been feeling so good all week and he was ready to step up the relationship. Had he not said that for a second that Tom locked him back in the chastity and opened one more front. « good that you now fully understand that you are my slave. I have another innovation for you. » He took a box next to him and pulled out a leather collar. Once worn he pulled his slave to a small dressing room next to their bedroom. « From now on it will be your slave cell. Take out the few boxes that are there and use this mattress I just bought». And once again as Sven was trying to protest he put his hand on his mouth, gave him his cock to suck, shot his load. Then he pushed him back in that small dressing room, turned the light off and locked Sven in.

Sven was shocked but unable to react. He had asked for stepping up and Tom had made that choice. He trusted him and had only one fear, losing that amazing man even becoming too dominant.

Naked, collared and caged in that small dark room he spent the all night thinking over his options. From threatening to break up to asking for more bdsm expecting one or the other would ring a bell in his partner’s mind. By the morning he had decided to go for the reasonable discussion option. « Let’s keep domination in bed » would be his key demand. He felt asleep early morning and woke up at a time he should have already be heading to work.

Trying to call for Tom to unlock him went unsuccessful until he found a note by the dressing room door. « I called your work to say you are not well today. I ll see you tonight and fuck you like a whore.» He also found a bottle full of that morning piss Tom would usually feed him.

Trapped in his cell, naked and caged, without food and just that bottle, Sven could only contemplate how Tom had trapped him. But deep inside Sven knew he wanted to go further for Tom, the man he love.

(To be continued)

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Trapped (part 2)

When Tom came back from work that night, he did not let any discussion happen. He freed Sven, including chastity, hugged him and kissed him and they fucked like if nothing had ever happen. Sven gave his best to please his man. Being almost 24 hours locked had made him as hungry as Tom had expected and his slave had never been that hot on him. They both came several times before falling exhausted. « Tom that’s the life I want. I love being yours for the better and the worse ».

Tom had once again made it. The hot fucking session avoided him from any debriefing for the previous night. Sven was taking that new step as a strengthening of their couple and Tom knew he could go even further. They took a shower together, Sven fixed a quick meal and gently Tom put him back the collar and the cage. Sven tried to protest but Tom kissed him once more and asked him to hush. Sven could only obey. Still enchanted by the earlier session. Minutes later Tom pulled him firmly towards the cabinet. He kissed him good night on the forehead and Sven too exhausted to raise any issue, lied on the thin mattress and fell asleep immediately.

The day after Tom freed Sven early from the cabinet. He fed him his morning piss and sent him to prepare breakfast. He gave Sven his daily punishment but increased the allowance to 200. For some time already Tom had chosen to use mainly the bamboo stick. He would go from soft to hard and back but always making sure a few very strong ones would mark Sven for the day.

Sven thank him as per their ritual : Kissing his man’s feet and loudly praising him for being the « best man he ever met ».

Before Sven left, Tom handed him a plastic card. « This is your new gym card slave. 60 minutes at lunch time every day ».

The following weeks were about enforcing the rules. Tom knew how enshrining each routine was important to strengthen his control. And he went very methodical about it.

From Monday to Friday, Sven would wake up in the cabinet where he would have spent the night naked, collared and caged. Tom would not lock the cabinet anymore, as Sven was willingly going there at bedtime or whenever he was ordered. And Tom had made it clear that any attempt to escape would lead to sanctions, namely one or more full week end of isolation.

First thing in the morning Sven would drink Tom’s morning piss, lick him fully, insisting on his feet, armpits and balls. Then the slave would be authorised to suck his Master. Long and deep as Tom had tought him. That long morning blowjob was paradise for Sven. He could feel and touch his partner’s body. Feel the pleasure going through his man’s 8 inch cock. And eventually swallow his partner’s juice or, when Tom felt like it, Sven would get fucked and seeded.

They would then both have breakfast (prepared by Sven and eaten on the floor for Sven). Then before leaving, Tom would discipline his partner with a set of bamboo strikes or intensive flogging. 200 remained the daily target. Sven would leave to work (without underwear) with a red ass and a cock banging in his cage.

By that time, that morning routine had became so important to the slave that he would regret if ever his Master would skip part of it. And it was common that he would beg for more strikes or stronger ones. He had understood the psychology of his Master, that building up that relationship was about him going further and further in humiliation and pain. And he knew he had no choice but to make it worse every day to keep that amazing Alpha focused on him.

At night Sven would strip naked as soon as back home, then focus on his man’s feet for quite some time as it was one of Tom greatest pleasures to have his feet bathed by his slave’s tongue.

Sven would then do the house chores and fix dinner. All his meal were eaten on the floor. From time to time though, Tom would deprive Sven from dinner. « You have not exercice enough today, your still a bit overweight, I want my slave to have a perfect body ».

Sven was usually sent to his cabinet early. With a kiss on the forehead. That kiss was another highly expected moment of the day. One of the important sign of care his Master would give him. Sven usually would sleep like a baby, exhausted from the cumulation of sex, gym and house chores imposed on him. That would leave him with little time to think and that was exactly Tom’s objective.

Week ends had their own routines. After the morning rituals, piss and discipline, Sven would usually be sent out to do the household shopping. He would also do the laundry and iron his Master’s shirts. He would usually cook a nice meal for their Sunday lunch. And depending on his mood Tom would allow him or not to sit and talk. In other occasion, Sven’s meal would end up on the floor of the kitchen, Sven’s hand tied up in his back, forced to lap and lick rather than eat.

Week end afternoons would be spent outdoor. Either hiking or at a nearby beach. At one point in the afternoon Tom would take his submitted boyfriend off the main track and force him to either lick his feet or suck his tool. Sven was always worried to be seen but turning enthusiastic and hungry once in action.

Once in a while they would go out for dinner. It could appear as a casual, even romantic date. Although Tom there again enforced a few rules. Sven would be butt plugged with a vibrating dildo that Tom could command at any time. Preferably when the rstaurant staff would be around… Tom would also order for the two of them. Usually he would favour the expensive seafood orders for himself with a glass of fine French wine. He would order some salad and mineral water for his partner. « dont ruin the efforts you are doing at the gym baby ». And Sven would thank him to be so attentive.

In a few weeks time Sven had had to adapt to a whole new relationship. Every step had been difficult but he had accepted all of them eventually. And he would never challenge any of the ritual or any of the decision his younger and now superior partner would make. He had totally accepted the humiliation and constraints. He knew that at least once a week Tom would release the barriers and give him what enchanted him, his 8 inch long and thick engine that he would not want to lose at any price. And after all that new life was exciting for a kinky submissive man like Sven.

Tom was not done yet though…

(To be continued)

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Trapped (part 3)

Tom had been Sven’s Master for a good three months now. He would continue to enforce here and there a few additional rules to progressively increase his tight hand over his slave. Sven was now also disciplined at night. He was regularly sent to office with the butt plug in and Tom sending reminders by remote control throughout the day. Tom had also added a 3 hours cycling session every Sunday morning and managed to find a discret stop on the way were he could discipline and fuck his toy.

Sven was now totally submissive. Never would he attempt to challenge his Master’s authority and he was always eager for a few additional strokes or humiliation. He knew how much Tom was enjoying his place in the relationship and he only wanted him to be reassured of his total compliance and obedience as his slave. And Sven knew that the more Tom enjoyed his domination the harder he would fuck his slave.

Tom felt a new level of control should come and take a grip on the couple ´s finance. He started to raise mention of financial difficulties. At first Sven would not pay attention. They both had executive, well paid jobs and were not spending much now that Tom had moved in. Most current expenses were done by Sven as he had kept the lease under his name and was doing most shopping and errands.

Although one night at a restaurant he ordered nothing for Sven. « It’s better that we save some money » and the week after he capped the Saturday shopping basket to a quite low amount. « Better not spend more and bythe way slave do bring back all the bills ». Sven thought of an additional control and humiliation and was not surprised. From that day each cent spent had to be explained and justified to his Master.

Later that month Tom limited his lunch allowance and forbid him to spend anything else on week days. « I have to be reasonable for the two of us, or we ll go broke »

Sven started to worry but avoided to raise the issue with his Master. Itwas just another step in his submission.

A few weeks later Sven found out that he could not access the joint bank account. « You are overspending my slave. I changed the password and will take care of our finance from now ». Sven tried to resist but Tom gave no chance to the discussion, showed him the direction of the cabinet where he locked him. Sven waited for his Master to come and abuse him for the rest of the day.

That night Tom took him to the room, disciplined him as he would now do every evening and then freed him from the chastity. Sven was fucked like a princess. Sven knew how much of that excitation was due to the additional control. He thanked his Master and confirmed his total dependance « I am yours Master. Ready for anything to please you ». Tom could only confirmed « you know everything I do is the best for you slave »

From that day Tom implemented additional restrictions. He divided by two the lunch allowance, turned low the heating in the cabinet and limited Sven’s food, excluding sweets and alcohol. « Better for your body my slave ».

Sven’s life was by that time 100% focused on his Master’s needs and priorities. His body was turning more muscular as per Tom’s requirements. His mind was totally obedient and disciplined. His cock was locked except on rare occasions when Tom would free him. Usually after Tom had set a new constraint and wanted to ease the acceptance.

One night Tom came back home with a young, very handsome, middle eastern guy. Very embarassed to be naked, collared and caged, Sven ran to his cabinet. Tom call him back. « Samir knows everything about you slave. No need to hide. Order a pizza and fix us some drinks ».

As always Sven had no choice but to obey. When he came back from the kitchen, Tom had unbuckled his pants and asked Sven to come and suck. Then he pushed him towards the visitor. « Samir try my cocksucker. He is good at it ». Sven obeyed and sucked Samir. Long and deep as Tom had taught him.

Within minutes they were engaged in a hot threesome, Sven being used alternatively by the two young mates. Samir showed a cruelty that Tom never had. He enjoyed squeezing the slave ´s balls or tits and on several occasion slapped his face hard.

« Ever waxed his balls ? » Tom had not. They found candles and in no time they were both dripping hot wax on Sven’s body. Focusing on the most sensitive parts. Including the tip of the cock they had uncaged. Sven did enjoy the exeperience as his masochist side had grown stronger and stronger. The young visitor grew disappointed to see the slave ´s resistance. « lets make him suffer more ». A true sadist.

Tom seemed facinated by the enthusiasm. He tied up Sven and launched one of these discipline session they were having daily. Although this time he did not stop after 200 or 250, not even after 500. Taking turns with Samir they reached 1000 when they decided to take a break. « we are not done with you fag. Get us more drinks »

When back from the kitchen, the two young guys were intensively fucking on the bed, ignoring the slave. « go to your room ». Sven went to the cabinet, jealous as hell to have seen Tom playing with that young guy. He could hear them and it went more and more intense. He heard them cum, then laugh a bit together,…

Tom came to the cabinet, opened the door. Sven found him more handsome than ever. He felt so dependant unable to react to what he felt a betrayal. « Tom i am so into you. Please be my Master for ever ». Tom looked at his slave, took out his cock from his shorts and pissed on his humbled and dependant partner.

« From now on Samir will be your second Master. Treat him as well as you treat me »

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Not so romantic seaside weekend (part one)

They had been chatting online for weeks but actually had never met.

The rendez vous was to take place for a full week end by the beach. The young Alpha had made his request very clear : full week end at his disposal, expecting to have a total sex slave and house servant. The middle age sub had turned crazy already just by chatting with the Alpha. The idea to be fully under His control for the week end had made him travel from far and he had been counting days up to that first night. He had booked a very nice and isolated bungalow on Airbnb. Far from the village, close to the beach, no neighbours… ideal for a “not so” romantic time together. They had exchanged on their respective kinks but the sub had quickly understood he would not be given much choice. The Alpha would decide and not accept much limits besides the usual « no permanent harm ».

By the exchanges they had (chats, pics, videos…) the sub knew a bit about the Alpha. A young Brazilian professional, hardworking as a gym coach and studying at the same time. If the sub had been first caught by the looks and kinks as it has to be on a bdsm app, the discussion had gone more personal at some point and they had build some reciprocal trust over the weeks. Not only the Alpha appeared a hot stud but also a pretty gentle person, caring for HIS family, committed to HIS job and looking for a life partner that would fulfill HIS fantasies. The sub had great pressure fir that week end, expecting to fully satisfy the Alpha and go further in the relationship. The sub knew being a middle age random fuckhole, it was not that likely to convince such an amazing dominant and authoritarian Apollo. Its chance was to show total submisssion, accept evrything and let the Alpha have a great sex week end. No matter how demanding HE might be.

Few days before the Alpha set the first rule : a chastity cage at all time. The sub was eager about any order. It locked its useless small prick and sent pictures of it at any time the Alpha would ask.

By the day of the meeting the sub was so aroused. It was ready for anything. Little could it expect how badly it would turn.

The sub arrived early at the bungalow. It checked in and confirmed to the Alpha. Expecting HE would promptly joined as planned.

The answer was immediate by text message : “strip completely, put your leather collar and buttplug on and wait for ME on all fours on the terrasse”

The excitement went even higher. The sub was used to obey men but would usually start more casually. He would have preferred to have a first drink and chat but he was given no choice. Being a good submissive he also knew how important it is to please the Alpha at all time. he executed the orders. “Do I leave the front door open for you Sir ?” . “Yes faggot of course”

So there he was, naked, caged and plugged, on the back terrasse of an isolated bungalow on the Brazilian shore. Expecting an Alpha he had never met and that had made it clear how badly he would abuse its sub.

Hours passed. No news of the Alpha. The sub had no idea what time he would actually join and was starting to worry he might not.

Then came another text “blindfold on” and immediately after a voice message “I have set a challenge for you fag. Before I use you, you will have to service two local men i randomely selected on a dating app. They have seen all the pictures, videos and text you sent and they know how filthy and submissive you are. Be even better”

That was not expected. Dreaming of a muscular handsome young local Alpha, the sub was now to be used by whoever.

His ideas where all mixing in its small faggot brain : How would these two men turn out to be ? What if ? What if what ? You want to be fucked by your Alpha ? You go by his terms and conditions. And being blindfold you will not even get to know if you like their looks or not. Enjoy the cocks you ll be fed with and hope for the best …

The sub did not have to think too long, it heard the door being opened and steps coming towards it. Instinctively it raised its ass up in their direction, lowered its face on the floor and started to moan. It had been used randomly in the past and knew how to satisfy such men. His sucking skills were among the best of its town and its asshole had been well opened by the last hours of plugging.

The men will be satisfied whoever they are

(to be continued)

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James lost a bet and was forced to bottom for his friend. He thought it would be a one time thing, his friend had been trying to convince him that he was gay and that being straight “was just a phase,” but after his friend said “this feels so good,” James couldn’t help but agree, then his friend said “I’d love to do this more often,” and James moaned (why was he moaning?) yyyeeeesss, and finally his friend said “I think this should be our new dynamic. I think you realize now that you’re gay. If I cum, this will become permanent, don’t you want that?” James screamed YESSS. And as the cum entered him, he felt something in him irrevocably change.

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He kept waiting for someone to find him, but they never did. He didn’t fit the stereotype. The one dominant man he did meet seemed intimidated by him. Finally, he took matters and into his own hands. He had all his hair removed, started wearing a chastity cage and exposed himself. He told all his gay friends he was a submissive. If they didn’t believe him, he’d let them see his cage. He still hasn’t found them right man yet, but he’s on his way.

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Dawson snapped a quick pic of his new work uniform and sent it to his friends. The five of them had decided to try out the new kink bar down town last night as a reward for passing their finals. Once there they had the times of their lives. Dawson couldn't keep his eyes off of the staff. All the servers were dressed fron the head down in rubber, with an exposed chastity cage hanging out of the crotch of the outfit. Dawsons friends noticed how intently Dawson was staring at the staff, so they approached the manager without Dawson knowing.

Later in the night, Dawson was approached by the tall adonis of a man, whos leather outfit and age set him apart from the tight rubber clad college boys working the bar.

"I moticed that you seam very interested in the staff," the man said, placing a strong hand on Dawson's shoulder, "you wouldn't be looking for a job would you?" The boy was at a loss for words so just nodded at the man and smiled dumbly. The manager smirked and led Dawsin into the backroom for his interview.

Once out back, the manager sat at his desk, there was no chair for Dawson so the college boy stood.

"Strip boy," the manager ordered. Dawson quickly unbuttins his shirt and slipped off his pants and shoes, putting them in a neat pile on the floor. "All of it," the man said, gesturing at Dawsons boxers and socks. Slightly embarrassed, The boy slipped off his socks and boxers so that he was stark naked. The man stood up and started to explore Dawsons body.

"Very nice," he said, "but we will have to do something about this," the man said, squeezing the boys cock making him moan from the touch. Dawson didn't need to consider fir long, once the manager offered him a job, he eagerly signed on as a "Bar Boy." Once the contract was signed, the manager set a box down on his desk, Dawsons new uniform. The man pulled out the chastity cage that all staff members must Wear 24/7 abd handed it to Dawson. The boy locked his cock in the cage and handed his new Master the key. He couldn't wait to start his first shift.

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Adoptable Dog

After another long day at work you log back onto the local S&M hook up forum of your area. You always wanted to get into the kinky scene, but considering that you are well out of the nearest city, in the comfortable suburbs your pickings were slim. Is it so much to ask for a single person to dominate the fuck out of you? 

As you got back to the forum, browsing through the old posts of regulars that comprise the incredibly lifeless board, a new post caught your eye. “New couples, recently moved. looking for fun, Pets welcome.”

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Rock, paper, scissors

Jake and Paul are NOT the sharpest tools in the box. When they asked to meet up and discuss getting into kink, the pair were far from certain what they wanted. Some options were thrown into the mix and they kept doing ‘Rock, paper, scissors’. I left them to it until they finally decided on some rubber fun.

Jake was soon wrapped up and sitting there, moaning into the dildo gag, the vibrating eggs in his ass set to max and causing him all kinds of shakes and twitching against the rope.

Paul was more reserved in his whimpers and moans….the vibrating bullet wedged in his tight hole seemed to be working him nicely as his toes wiggled and scrunched systematically.

What the pair hadn’t agreed on, was for how long they would stay in their nice rubber attire. I have kindly made that decision for them and after 3 days in the basement, I fear it wasn’t the time length they were expecting. Oh well, only another 4 to go, enjoy boys!

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Brandon is drunk very often. As he passed out last night his five closest friends locked his dick into his chastity device. They won't open the device until he makes a therapy. As Brandon woke up with his locked dick he was shocked.

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What kind of spouse will you be?

Society gives everyone a timeline. You can choose to follow it or you can choose to rebel; but know this, you only get one chance to make that choice.

Christopher had just graduated college. He had done everything right. Studied hard, graduated on time, and was just offered a fantastic job at the company he interned for. Considering a global recession was going on, Christopher had to take the first job he could get. Unfortunately, he did not read his contract in its entirety and missed the most important job requirement: He would be marrying the divorced, 62 year old CEO.

Christopher's heart sank when he got the invitation to his own wedding in his email and to his surprise, his whole family was judging him for complaining. "This is a great opportunity," they told him. He went to the fitting for his suit and decided he would go through with it. This was his future and he was deciding to make it happen.

One month later, Christopher was walking down the aisle, in front of his family and friends. Once he got down the aisle, to another surprise, he was presented with a chastity cage, not a ring. His soon to be husband told him to open his fly and allow himself to be caged and the keys melted in front of God and his loved ones. Christopher stood there angry, scared, and confused. "I can lock up or walk out," Christopher thought to himself.

Christopher entered the church a boy. He can leave as a woman or as a failure. The choice is up to him. And it is up to you. Which do you choose?