Towser - to service

His direction..his request..is my obligation..my yearning..it completes all that I am..and desire to be.  Words need not be spoken...his look his snap the whistle..to come to him.  To have him nourish me on all levels and layers...I am so honored blessed so privileged...he owns and possess all of me.
As I sat on the patio step he approached unzipped and presented his cock for his boy to service to taste to be nourished by all that is my Master...my man...my owner...he allowed me to suck and be filled by him..as my cock grew..I only focused on what  was so pleasurable...to him...his good boy...he reached down and took hold of my freshly shaven head and started to pump and increase his tempo...his hard member moving in and out of his boys mouth...I cherished the salty precum..I reached up and started to touch and manipulate his nipples...his tempo only increased...and my cock now leaked precum..he allowed me to pull it out and touch..
As I began to feel the heat of release...his also grew...as I exploded..his need to and desire for release..grew..he nourished..his boy..his obedient thrall...
I am blessed honored privileged...to be his...his good boy his obedient servant, slave his obedient thrall..his man...lmcu..Mtlu...my Sirge my Master..

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Sirge - feeding

boy stood in the shadows of the dusk draped path. As I approached and unzipped I told him he would get wet. he moved his foot but I said, "No," as the initial stream landed on his calf. he then realized my words were not a warning but a directive. I purposefully pissed on the boy.
he looked at the piss which continued to jettison from my cock and then looked at me. I asked him if he wanted it and he silently answered by bending over as if he was going to drink from a garden hose. Yet, instead of sipping, he placed his entire mouth around the head and drank as I continued to release. I occassionally stopped the flow to allow him to swallow and then started again, spurting down his throat.
My boy, freely drinking what was being offered. Yet as I grew hard inside his mouth, I began to thrust and he began to bob his head up and down the shaft. My good boy, knowing how to please me, not just in a physical manner but with the emotional, mental and spirtual ferocity of him being owned and me owning him.
I held his head, indicating that I was to thrust and he was to accept. When I released his head he went back to sucking with just the right amount of pressure mixed with  wetness. Our symbolic dance of ownership and servitude continued as he knelt in front of me, his hands behind his head and his cock caged and confined within his shorts. Thrusting and sucking. Holding him still, then pulling his head towards me.
I turned and pulled my shorts down just enough to expose my ass to his face. I bent over slightly, while holding the waistband of my shorts and his warm wet tongue struck my hole. he then lapped, a long continuous lick from the bottom, brusquely pushing on my hole as he continued a straight line to the top of my crack. It's a fluid motion he's adapted knowing it's his place and his purpose to please me. My good boy.
I turned back around and his mouth was agape. I entered again. As I reached the point of orgasm, I again held his head still and he ceased sucking. I stood still. While clenching the muscles of my sphincter at the moment of climax, multiple, solid shots erupted from my cock.
he swallowed.
the boy. My good boy, kneeling in front of me as I fed him.

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Sirge - shave

Had the boy shower this morning, with soap and shampoo, and he was instructed to fuck himself with the phallus while he showered. he did as directed, then locked himself in his cock cage.

This afternoon he was instructed to reshower, this time he was to completely shave off his pubic hair. I had trimmed him up last weekend but he's now shaved smooth and recaged. I absolutely love watching him swell and drip while he's restrained.

he just asked to use the toilet, like he should.

he's such a good little fag boy.

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Towser - Owned...Possessed...

my Master my Sirge....Owns Possesses his obedient boy thrall...his mutt his piggy boy...

It is my greatest need desire and obligation to please, protect and give all that is me to my Sirge....

To finally in my life know what it is to be complete...on all levels and layers of my and Our life....

Feeling my Sirge possess me and have his towser by his side always...

Being able to please my Sirge...completes me....

My Sirge knows all that fills me...

thank you Master Sirge...ur pbPmTP...your obediant servant slave ur boy your thrall....lmcu..MTLU

Sirge - pleasuring

As I watched, I told him to show Me. He knew what I meant. He stood and pulled his shorts down to show Me my semi-hard meat. he was instructed to place the dried piss-soaked jock over his head and as he should, he obeyed. While he chewed and sucked on the jock, he played with his nipples and stroked for Me.

My boy.

I directed him to wet his fingers and touch My hole and he moaned as I watched him follow my directives. I watched My boy take pleasure in touching My body, My meat, My hole as he passionately performed for me and obeyed My commands.

I asked him if he was a good boy.

he said, "Yes."

When he released, he bathed his groin with cum.

I asked him again, to tell Me what he was.

he replied, "i'm a good boy. Your good boy."

he is My thrall, My piece of meat, My property.

Yes, he is My good boy.

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Towser - His boy thrall....

He directs me and I am filled with such obligation and completeness..as if he is holding my hand and leading me where he wants us to go....it is the greatest thing I have ever felt or experienced in my life...

I am directed to stand in the shower with only a jockstrap on and piss upon myself...the feeling of complete release of fulfilling my Sirge's every request...

His ownership...his possession of me on every layer and level of my life...

Being told to plug His Hole...and to jerk off his cock...

Being directed to rub cum..into myself.... makes me swell just thinking and sharing it...

To be directed on my actions..to stay in constant contact...all these fill me make me the servant, slave...Obedient thrall...his mutt his Towser...his man...

Thank You my Sirge my Master for all you do for me for us...

Lmcu...Mtlu...

Yours Always....ur thrall...

Sirge - good boy

As I stood in the driveway, unzipped, by the shadows and light of the nearby houses I could see him approaching. he turned his hat backwards as he crouched down in front of me. Instinctively he placed his hands behind his head as I entered his mouth but I did not stand before him to be sucked off. I had other intentions.

I held his head with one hand, keeping him still, as I held my cock with the other, and as the first light stream escaped he eagerly opened his mouth. Yet, though I knew he wanted to drink, I wanted to mark him. Still in a t-shirt and shorts, I aimed for his chest. Shots burst from my cock, and he moaned when he felt himself being covered. I aimed for his face and mouth and let a few streams cross his lips. In controlled bursts I shot and when he took me in his mouth he received and swallowed.

With a pat on the back of his head to signify I was done, he stood. I kissed him and told him he was a good boy. I ran my hand up and under his t-shirt and rubbed my piss across his chest. My dirty pig boy. I worked my hand down to his crotch, which was wet enough for him to know where he belonged and found him swollen. I grabbed My meat and told him he was to go inside, go to bed, and take care of it. he knew what I meant and he knew he needed to obey. I knew he wanted to obey.

he did as directed, as a good boy should, and slept covered with my piss and a layer of cum drying on My body.

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Sirge - growth

The past six months has brought much growth for My thrall, and for myself, as his Sirge. There have been intense times of play, quiet times of reflection, times together and times apart. Yet through it all I feel our relationship, at all levels and layers, expand. As we celebrate six months of our BDSM relationship, I would like to share the special moments that ebb and flow through my mind.

Standing naked at the bathroom sink with My thrall on his knees. As I shave and get ready for the day, he licks and chews my hole.

Watching My thrall grow to learn to enjoy the feel of my hand or my black leather belt across his ass.

Placing his metal cock cage on My meat just after he releases.

Stroking for me, hovering over me, cumming on me on command and then washing my body with his cum.

Simply lifting my arms as a non-verbal signal for him to lick my pits.

Having him stand against the wall with his jeans wrapped around his thighs, his hands behind his back and his cock erect and throbbing, as he simply stands there on display.

Conditioning him to place his left hand on my thigh while I am driving.

Watching him automatically place his hands behind his head when he is kneeling.

Standing still while I inspect My body with my eyes, hands, tongue and mouth.

Training him to respond to simple words like "out" and "away" for him to know that he is to unzip and take My meat out, allowing me to see it or touch it, or giving him instructions to stroke it for me. Then command him to put it away and zip up as necessary. I know he enjoys the experience of exposing himself, especially in the car.

Inserting my glans ring in his mouth and with his mouth, he knowingly places it on my cock.

Tethered to the bed with his leash at night when he sleeps.

Sharing our thoughts of dark places, where we both see ourselves together in the shadows of BDSM experiences.

Licking the residual piss from my cock as I finishing pissing.

There are so many other experiences My man and I have encountered - moments of deep penetrating stares during intense physical action to quiet wordless embraces. My thrall is learning and accepting his place, his role, where he belongs, what he needs and what he wants as My subservient property.

I look forward to watching us grow and develop in our respective roles as Master and servant, as we continue to walk this journey together in our BDSM relationship.

he serves Me well.

Towser - my Sirge's gift

My Man, My Sirge...blessed me with such a great honor and privileged....he caged my cock, which He owns. He owns every part of me. I am HIS...his man, his servant, his slave, his thrall.

When He asked me if I understood...I felt as if I had been given one of his greatest gifts next to His Love, More than Love...and His complete Ownership of me.

He fills me everyday..with his complete ownership...I am filled by making sure he knows where I am at all times.....being waked by him in the morning and our time for rest....to be at his knee is my greatest wish and desire.

I belong to HIM...He completes me...On all our layers and levels.....We are One Always.

Thank you for all...I know and feel Him with me surging threw me...the feeling of being caged continues to bring us to even greater understanding of Us.

My Sirge, My man, My One...I am blessed, honored and privileged to be Yours.

Your pbPmTP...Your servant, slave, your thrall.

Sirge - caged

Laying back on the bed, with the metal cock cage in My hand, I asked him if he wanted it. He moaned and without hesitation he replied, "Yes."

I told him he needed to show me he wanted it. Naked, except for the leash affixed to his collar, he knew what I meant and straddle my body. My meat dripped and he grabbed it firmly in his hand. I told him to show me and he immediately began stroking it in front of Me. I smiled and asked him if he knew what this did for Me. He stated that yes, he thought he knew.

Earlier in the day, while I drove us home after purchasing his cage, I told him to take My meat out. With his cock pulled out of his pants, he held the cage in his other hand. I wanted him to feel the heft of the cool metal as I watched him swell. I told him that he needed to be absolutely sure that this is what he wanted, to give himself in this manner...to submit to the extent that he knew I would control his cock by locking him in the restraint. I told him that I considered this to be more meaningful than a tag, a collar or a chain, this was a level of submission symbolizing My control over his body. he stated that yes, this is what he wanted.

Now hovering over me on the bed, he twisted and tugged on his nipples as he spit in his palm and continued stroking for Me. he knew he needed to release before I would place the cage on him.

Yes, he knows it thrills me to watch him display My body in front of me. To jerk and stroke My property, the body that I own and control, pleases me very much. I coaxed him waiting to see him erupt. I touched him, held him and watched. his strokes became more intense as our gaze intensified. I fed him the empty cage. As anticipated, he blew. And as directed he wiped the warm cum on My body.

I placed the metal ring around his shaft. I then held the cage and with slow deliberation I inserted My softening cock into the device. With a simple twist the lock completed the union of adjoining the base to the shaft.

Mine.

I then began to play with him. Licking, chewing, sucking, rubbing him as I watched him react - growing hard again within the confines of the smooth shiny metal. he would quickly learn how to adjust himself - physically, as well as mentally and emotionally, to know he was completely in My control.

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