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Scent Training A domestic faggot

About 30 minutes ago SIR’S Alpha Boy had come downstairs and unhooked it from the corner of the basement and led it over to the weight bench.

The Alpha directed it to lay down on its back, with its head hanging over the edge, so it was looking up at the ceiling.

Using duct tape the Alpha proceeded to bind it to the bench. Wrists were taped together under the bench, ankles were taped to the bench legs, and so were its calves.

More duct tape went around its waist and chest securing it to the bench. The Alpha did something to the chain at the back of its collars so it could not lift its head.

The Alpha went upstairs and left it on the bench for a while.

Maybe an hour elapsed and both SIR and Alpha came downstairs. Even looking at them upside down the faggot couldn’t help admire these two MEN. SIR and Alpha were Muscle Gods, and it served and worshipped Them

They stood near faggot so faggot had to look up to see them.

Then the training began.

Alpha took a jockstrap that was in a plastic container. The jock appeared to be floating in piss.

SIR said, “Open”.

faggot opened its mouth and Alpha started stuffing the jock in. Yes it was piss. faggot had to swallow because the piss was being squeezed out of the jock as Alpha crammed it in. Once the pouch was in the faggots mouth, Alpha took the straps and looped it around its head, twisted it and looped it again so it worked as a gag to keep its mouth stuffed.

Then Alpha took the roll of tape and placed a strip over the faggot’s stuffed mouth. Then wrapped more tape around its head securing the gag in place. faggot could only breath through its nose, which it was about to find out, was very important.

faggot looked up and saw SIR was looking down at it.

Eye contact was made. SIR stared intensely at faggot for a second and faggot withered under HIS gaze. HE was so powerful. Faggot looked away by averting its eyes to SIR’S crotch. SIR chuckled. “Can’t resist looking there can it, faggot” The faggot is so hungry for MY Cock” “Blink once for yes, faggot”

The faggot blinked.

But the faggot knows it’s a worthless, pathetic faggot and not worthy of MY Cock, isn’t that right faggot?” The faggot blinked.

“The faggot wants to be trained and controlled until one day it is worthy, right faggot?” The faggot blinked again.

SIR produced a small cup. It looked like one of those plastic cups that comes with a bottle of Nyquil. It was filled with a thick white fluid.

“The faggot is going to get a special treat today. “

SIR and Alpha squatted down so they were close to faggots face.

“Breathe in and then breathe out faggot” SIR instructed. Faggot inhaled and then exhaled through its nose.

Just as faggot finished exhaling and was about to breath in Alpha pinched it right below the bridge of its nose. Faggot struggled for a second and SIR simply said “Still!” and faggot stopped.

SIR tilted the cup and poured some of the white fluid into one of its nostrils and then the other. “Deep breath in” HE instructed and Alpha released its nose and it inhaled.

“Don’t exhale” HE instructed. And Alpha pinched its nose again more tightly squeezing its nostrils shut.

SIR leaned close looking down it. “That is MY Cum faggot” “Breathe it in. let it get into that faggot brain. Know MY scent faggot. The pheromones in MY Cum faggot are going to work on its mind, stimulate it, make it crave to serve even more. The faggot is going need and hunger for MY Cum in a way it’s never wanted anything before and that is going to make it want to work harder to improve itself until the day comes when I think its worthy to receive MY Cum “

The Alpha released its nose and it exhaled, then its nose was pinched and SIR poured more of HIS Cum in it’s nostrils. Another deep breathe in and then its nose was pinched again.

The process was completed a third time with the last of SIR’S Cum. The faggot could feel it drying inside its nose.

This time instead of pinching its nose closed with His fingers the Alpha put a clothespin on it. Both MEN stood up and looked down. The helpless faggot looked up at them.

it realized it couldn’t breath. It struggled trying to shake the clothespin off. Both SIR and Alpha had grins on their faces. They enjoyed watching the faggot struggle.

faggot was becoming desperate, grunting loudly and trying to move in the bondage. SIR told it to shut up. Suddenly Alpha pulled the pin away and it could breath.

They repeated the process again. SIR now controlling its ability to breathe!

HE controlled everything.

After awhile they tired of tormenting the faggot and left the basement without a word. The faggot was left on the bench, breathing through its nose and smelling SIR’S Cum with every breath.

The Alpha came down in a while and released it from the bench. The gag was removed and Alpha gave it the left over bowl of piss to drink.

Then Alpha started preparing it for the next part of its training.

SIR had told it to clear its schedule for 24 hours so faggot was both excited and scared about what was coming next.

First Alpha put a small pair of ear buds in its ears. Then Alpha quickly put a hood on it. Next a head harness with built in gag. The gag had a tube through it so it could breath and drink liquids.

Then fist mitts over its hands. Everything was locked on.

The Alpha led it over to the closet with the cage. The cage door was open and the Alpha directed it to crawl in. The faggot was in the cage on all fours. Facing the rear of the closet and looking at the closet wall. Mounted on the wall was an iPad.

Quickly Alpha secured it in place. The ring at the top of the head harness was secured to a bar on top of the cage. The faggots wrists and ankles were locked in place. The chains were attached to the faggot’s waist so it had to stay in the all four position. The cage door was closed and locked.

faggot heard SIR coming down the stairs.

Alpha moved around the cage so it was near the faggots head. Alpha reached through the bars with something at faggot realized He was placing a jockstrap on its head. Alpha positioned the jock on faggot’s head so the pouch was directly over the mouth and nostril openings of the hood/muzzle combination.

The faggot breathed in and smelled a combination of sweat, piss and cum. The smell of SIR!

SIR spoke! “Listen up faggot. The next 24 hours are going to be spent programming the faggot.

The faggot will breath air through MY jocks. I have been saving them for just for this.

The only thing the faggot will have to drink is MY Piss.

The only voice the faggot will hear is MY voice. Focus its mind faggot; and worship SIR.”

Alpha reached over and did something to the iPad. The screen lit up and on the screen was a photo of a SIR’S COCK. The closet door closed and faggot could hear it lock. The light went out and the closet was lit by the glow of the tablet. The faggot stared as the images changed. More images of SIR’S COCK. And images of SIR. The faggot was watching a photo slideshow of SIR

Suddenly SIR’S voice was in its head through the ear buds.

it is a faggot
it exists to serve
it exist to be used
it is worthless
it is pathetic
it is a faggot
it needs Cock
it hungers for Cum
it is a faggot

The faggot exists to be used
The faggot exists to serve
The faggot exists to obey
The faggot exists to worship

The faggot moaned. The way its head was chained it could not turn its head or look away from the images on the screen. The faggot could only stare straight ahead and look at SIR. His power, his strength is Masculinity in every photo. Looking at SIR’S magnificent COCK, while breathing in SIR’S scent from the jock, and listening to SIR’S voice in its head.

Worship faggot.
Beg for it faggot.
The faggot hungers for SIRS COCK
The faggot exists for SIR’S COCK.
But the faggot is unworthy
The faggot is pathetic
The faggot needs to prove itself

SIR’S voice went on and on, obviously a loop. And the faggot listened and absorbed every word as the pictures changed and SIR dehumanized it, trained it and took its mind deeper into being a total faggot, an object, a thing.

At some point ALPHA opened the door. A bag was hung on a hook. A tube attached to the gag. A trickle of piss began to flow into its mouth. A new jock was placed on its face. This one reeked of piss.


SIR’S voice continued.

The faggot loves SIR’S Piss
The faggot craves SIR’S Piss
The faggot wants to be a urinal for SIR
The faggot is lower than a urinal. A urinal can take gallons of MAN piss a day.
The faggot exists to clean urinals and toilets.
The faggot loves SIR’S Piss.

The training went on and on, over and over.

The faggot lost track of time and everything else, except for SIR. it existed for SIR, enthralled by SIR.

Different subjects repeated. The need to serve SIR; the need to be the perfect domestic slave; the need to improve itself to be worthy of SIR.

At one point the recording talked about the faggots useless pathetic cock and how it was locked and needed to stay locked. How SIR owned it. How the faggot needed to be welded into a permanent device so it would never get hard and its life could be devoted to servicing SIR’S Cock. The faggots worthless locked cock strained in the chastity device while listening to this. The faggots cock knew what was best.

The pictures never stopped. it was a slideshow on random/ shuffle so the images just kept changing. The faggot does not know how many bags of piss it was given. The faggot does not know how many jocks were placed over its face to breathe. The faggot thought one jock was filled with fresh Cum from SIR and it tried breathing in deeply to inhale as much as it could. A few times right before putting a new jock over its face the Alpha had it inhale poppers.

The faggot’s mouth was filled with a rubber gag and the trickle of SIR’S Piss. The taste of piss never went away. Every time the faggot breathed in there was the smell of SIR and poppers getting into its brain. SIR’S voice repeated over and over in its head affirming and confirming what it was, and why it existed. The faggot’s eyes looked upon images of SIR. It could not turn away. Sight, sound, taste, smell – the faggot was experiencing SIR through all of its senses.

it was securely locked down with no way out. it’s fuck hole was plugged. its pathetic useless cock was locked and ached in the chastity device. Physically, mentally, emotionally the faggots mind was being deeply programmed.

Twice during the training the Alpha used the faggot juice jug and ordered it to piss. The faggot relieved itself into the jug. The faggot was under no illusion. It knew that when the session was over that jug would be waiting for it to drink. SIR’S Piss recycled a second time.

At some point the faggot realized it was hearing the same few sentences over and over:


it is a faggot
it exists to be used
it exists to serve
it exists for SIR
SIR is everything

it is nothing
it has no rights
it is an object
it is livestock
it is a faggot
it exists to be used
it exists to serve
it exists for SIR
SIR is everything

it is nothing
it has no rights
it is an object
it is livestock
it is a faggot
And on and on.


The faggot drifted in and out. The voice never stopped. Hours went by. It realized SIR and Alpha must be sleeping. it was locked away until they woke.

It must be morning; Alpha was back - Another bag of piss. This stronger…SIR’S morning Piss? Another jock. The training continued.

SIR said 24 hours and he meant it. The faggot was being programmed and trained and it had no choice but to except SIR’S training. it was faggot. it had no rights and was worthy of no consideration, it existed for SIR, to Serve, Worship, Obey and be Used as SIR saw fit. it was a faggot.

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