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Castrating the Wolf
{Part Three}
By Cracker
Based on true facts. All feedback welcomed and encouraged. Gelded_alpha@outlook.com
For the next two weeks, I ignored numerous text messages from wolfie, asking to get together or, at the very least, to let him get off. I had to smile while reading the texts. I had succeeded in head fucking him so good that, he actually obeyed me when I said he couldn’t get off until we again met. At the end of the second week, I knew he must be bouncing off the walls. I’m not heartless so, I quickly set up a meeting. The guy who walked into my apartment was not the same guy I had first encountered. His swagger was gone. He had a haunted a look of desperation in his face. It was clear he was whipped, and even more obvious, that he was desperate to get his rocks off. He barely entered before he started, begging to do the latter.
Wolf:
Fuck can I….I’m going crazy…I’ve never gone this long without pulling my pud and blowing a load.
Master J:
{grinning and holding out a large bottle of poppers}
I think we can arrange some relief.
He gazed at the bottle.
Wolf:
Fuck. I don’t want to get shit faced again on that stuff.
Master J:
Well, if you prefer to wait another week….
He cursed, grabbed the bottle, quickly unscrewing it, then taking two long snirts in each nostril.
Wolf:
Shit.
His eyes widened.
Master J:
Take three more hits and we will let you blow your wad.
This time he complied without any hesitation. I knew his need to sperm was only going to be intensified by the poppers. Sure enough, a telltale rise in his crotch demonstrated that he was primed to blow. This time, however, I wanted more showing than his dick and nut-sack.
Master J:
Hurry up and strip so you can get off.
Wolf:
{By now it was obvious he was high}
Fuck I need to pop {He whimpered. No longer the smug arrogant alpha, I’d reduced him to a pathetic pleading boy}
Master J:
Then my little fag wolfie it’s best you hurry.
I watched as my piece of prime meat quickly shed his clothes. Wolfie possessed a tightly, defined body thanks to the time he spent at the gym. Lightly haired in his chest area, he had a set of developed pecs that tapered to a narrow waist and its ribbed abdominals. I already had seen his thick slab of meat and hefty potatoes but now, they there nicely framed by his long muscular legs. He was already fully erect. He reached down to stroke his shaft.
Wolf:
Fuck yeah {he moaned as he stroked while rolling his nuts with his other free hand.
Master J:
{I wanted to test my control}
Hands off until I tell you.
He cursed but quickly obeyed. Yep, he was my beta boy. This encounter would add the finishing touches.
Master J:
Go sit down. We need to address one last issue.
Wolf:
But you said I could get off.
Love that whining he does now. Like a feeble teenager. Yes, this alpha has been properly gelded.
Master J:
You will and, as a favor from me, you can edge while we talk.
He sullenly nodded. As. He walked to the chair he gave me a nice view of his beefy, rounded rump. Taking in the movement of the rippling muscles in his dimpled ass was so inviting. This was a cherry I would pick soon enough. He slumped in the chair and, to my delight, took another two snorts from the bottle. Seems wolfie is rapidly becoming a popper pig. He let out a deep breath and reach down to run his fingers along his shaft.
Wolf:
Please, I need to get off so bad {once again, that lose whining tone of voice}. Please can wolfie now get off…{ he’s fully accepted his new fag name}.
The finale to my project was ready to begin. I recall an Arabic word that my Kurdish father had once used to describe a guy who was a total slut...sharmutha. Now, gazing at wolfie, squirming in his chair with his hard-on waving about spraying dribbles of precum, the word seemed so appropriate. I decided I'd get it tattooed across his broad well-defined chest. A reminder to him every time he looked in a mirror. From strutting bull to cowed heifer...my little sharmutha!
Master J:
Did you secure the item?
Wolf:
{Still squirming in his chair with his cock waving about}
Yes. In my pants pocket.
Master J:
Good wolfie. I’ll get it and, as a reward, you can let your fingertips run along your shaft’s sensitive underside.
He sighed as he did as instructed. I quickly walked over to his pants, lifted them up, and reached into his pocket. I found the object of what I was looking for. There was Kevin's jockstrap. I could only imagine what wolfie had to do to secure that without getting caught.
As I turned, wolfie's eyes were closed, and his fingertips were running along the underside of his shaft. By now he was copiously leaking and moaning. I noticed he was also snorting his poppers. Damn he had truly become so pathetic! I walked over and draped the still moist jockstrap across his face, making sure to secure the leg loops around each of his ears. He deeply inhaled.
Wolf:
Fucking Kevin.
Master J:
Good boy. Now just breathe in Kevin's musky scent. I know you want to fill your lungs.
He let out a strangled, contented sigh.
Wolf.:
Fucking Kevin's odor. Oh God. I want to fill it up my lungs with it.
I gazed at him. slumped in the chair with his strong legs spread apart. His thick cock was totally erect. His face wearing his partner's jockstrap and breathing in the heady sexual musk of the arrogant young black cop. His waving cock oozed even more precum. He was teetering on the edge. One last degrading push to go. I set up my cell to record.
Master J:
NOW BOI
Tell Sir about your last cash 'mastering.’
Wolf:
It was fucked up.
Master J:
{Oh yes}
How?
Wolf:
I have this one fucker, Tommy, a cash fag who’s always copping an attitude.
Master J:
Go on.
{It was amusing seeing wolfie rubbing his cock wearing a jockstrap mask sniffing in that scent}
Wolf:
I can usually keep control of him when he challenges me by trash fuck talking him back into line.
Master J:
Go on wolfie, keep pawing that bulge and continue.
Wolf:
This time I couldn’t bring him into line. I think he knew something was up. The little fucker started complaining I was doing a shit job. Then he began calling me names. I found I was getting a hard on. Next thing I know, I’m snorting some poppers and just letting him trash. Talk me.
Wolf:
{Grinning}
So pathetic wolfie.
How did it feel?
Wolf:
{Putting the popper under the strap and snorting}
It was so fucking hot. This fag is a total loser. When it comes to other guys. I mean, he always coughs up money if you degrade him. that session he was suddenly going all out for shit on my ass. Suddenly I started thinking what it would be like if this cash fag turned me out. I was so fucking aroused by then. I mean being a cash fag is the lowest. If he cash fucked me… a cash fag to a cash fag…. fuck I’m leaking really hard now.
He was truly getting that shaft wet. A few times he tried to masturbate by each time I swatted his hand away. I wanted him too stimulated to deny me my ultimate goal tonight.
Wolf:
{Pathetically whimpering}
Shit I’m fucking horny.
I need to pound so bad.
Master J:
What a joke…fucking "alpha muscle cash-master Wolf" leaking while thinking about subbing for a cash fag.
Wolf:
Fuck.. I mean, he was so fucking hot doing it to me.
Master J:
Stroke that cock slowly and think about Tommy reading what you just told me.
Wolf:
{Moaning}
Fucking Tommy …fagging in front of him… yeah.
Master J:
He knew he was not subbing for a true alpha or a master. See it.
Wolf:
Fucking me over… calling me a loser …a poser and a total fag.
I could see it was lost in a sexual heat in that image. Yeah he was broken. Now to sear it into his brain.
Master J:
He knows "The Wolf" so cocky and arrogant, is actually itching to be taken by a cash fag.
Wolf:
Shit can I beat my meat now?
I ignore his plea and continue.
Master J:
Confess wolfie.
Wolf:
Tommy, a pathetic loser, fag is making me his little cash bitch.
Fuck I’m so hard Sir.
I watched as his breathing deepened. His defined pectoral muscles expanded as Kevin’s heady scent filled him. By now a sheen of perspiration covered his muscular torso. The sweat dripped down the center valley between the luscious twin mounds of his muscled chest forming glistening pools in the deep dips that lay between his hard eight-pack. Such a tasty sight.
Master J:
No cumming. Got it!
Wolf:
{Whining}
Yes sir.
Fuck I’m so fucking high.
Master J:
I want you to flex for me and tell me how much of an alpha poser you are.
I watch him flex, enjoying those round biceps performing for me.
Wolf:
Shit I’m totally leaking now ha-ha.
Master J:
Aw, look at how much that cock is leaking....just a fucking muscle sharmutha.
Wolf:
{Flexing}
Yes. I’m a sharmutha.
Master J:
I want you to take another hit then reach back to rub that "total top" hole of yours wolfie.
Wolf:
Fucccc
Master J:
Take off that jockstrap, look straight at the camera ... and tell Tommy how he was right and that you’re just aching to be fucked over by him. as you do, rube that hole sharmutha. Beg him to cash fuck you. Tell him how hungry the ex-total top wolfie’s hole is for cash fucking… go on, do it as you’re fingering yourself…remember, Tommy watching.
Wolf:
{Eyes barely focusing. He begins moaning even as he uses more of the poppers}
Tommy, you’re totally right. I fucking got a raging hard on when you trash talked me. Take my fucking cop ass. Cash fuck me…make me a little cash bitch. Shit I’m so hot.
I watch as he babbles more and more. Giving up his passwords to his cash master accounts to “Tommy” for cash draining..
Master J:
He’s watching. Now he’s cash fucking your online accounts. Pumping all your cash master money into his hands while you finger out your pussy in front of him.
Wolf:
God that is fucking head fucking hot.
Master J:
Yeah, cash fag Tommy is gonna pump the "cash master" out of big bucks, ha-ha. Tell him to do it!
Wolf:
Fuck me Tommy.
Do it. I’m so hard.
Master J:
Yeah the poser total "alpha dom" getting cash creamed by his own cash faggot.
Wolf:
{Loudly gasping}
Ah shit I think I’m going to pop my wad.
Master J:
No cumming! You don’t have permission! Keep your hands off that cock ... but keep those fingers on that hole.
Wolf:
My head is a bit fuzzy.
Fuckkkkk.
Master J:
That’s ok wolfie ... no need to think, just stroke and be a good fagged "dom."
Wolf:
Ah fuck I’m fagged.
Master J:
Admit you like being a fagged ex-dom ... you like admitting you were a poser alpha. It really turns you on. Sniffing Kevin’s funky Musk. You want to be Officer’s Kevin’s bitch and have Tommy cash fuck your sorry ass.
Wolf:
Fuck yes.
Master J:
Take another hit and let me hear you say it. Go on. Spread those legs wide like a good bitched ex-total top. I bet "The Wolf" thought he was such hot shit in his alpha days .... thought nothing could be better than being a total top and online dom. I bet he was certain he'd never get turned on being a pathetic cash fag or bottom muscle sharmutha, huh. Ah, but now our wolfie knows better huh.
Wolf:
Fuck yes.
Master J:
"Fuck yes" what wolfie?
Wolf:
Fuck yes. I get turned on being a pathetic, bottom, muscle sharmutha!
God, my hole feels so good getting fingered out.
I don’t think I can hold off much longer.
By now, wolfie was in full heat and squirming about in his chair. It was clear his trip through these latest sets of fantasies, coupled with his enforced chastity had rendered him totally pliable to my finale in his castration of any shred left in him as some type of alpha.
Wolf:
{Sobbing as I swatted his hands away from his both his hole and his leaking erection}
Please, please, please. I'm begging. I wanna. Shoot so fucking bad.
Master J :
{He was ready}
I’ll let you get off while I’m fucking you.
I waited to see if he would give up his ass like a true bitch. He was so high and in such desperation to bust a nut that he quickly nodded. No protests. No outrage. He easily gave up his smug sense of manhood.
I quickly disrobed and went up to him. I grabbed both his legs moving him forward so his upper body lay flat on the seat of the chair with his beefy butt dangling off the edge. I draped his long, powerful legs across each of my shoulders, so he was spread open for me to expose my objective, wolfies untouched virginal little hole.
Wolf:
Fuck me so I can cum!
{He moaned as once more I pushed his hand from his dick}
I spit on it then used my thumb to rub it around and slightly into the anal entryway. I spit on my own erection.
Wolf:
Hurry up, please. I need to get off so fucking bad.
It was clear that was only thing on his mind. The fact that my dick was just about ready to pop his ass took second place in his fevered brain.
Master J:
Take another few hits on those poppers.
He took three snorts. {Yep a popper pig alright}. A goofy grin came to his face, and I felt the ringed muscles in his asshole slacken. I eased into him.
Wolf:
{Taking more hits}
Oh fuck, oh fuck.
He thrashed about on the chair as I plowed away his virginity. As I fucked him, I reached down to grab his waving shaft to masturbate him.
Master J:
Think of Kevin fucking your white ass. Think of Tommy cash fucking you as Kevin plows into you.
Wolf:
{Shrieking in pleasure and still sniffing away}
Oh fuck yes. Oh fuck yes! They’re fucking me!
I kept up my trashing talking about Kevin and Tommy as I stroked and fucked him. Throughout it all he lay on the chair, his eyes rolled back in its sockets, high as shit, begging for more, and easily giving up his once boasted “top only” ass.
After one hard inward thrust I tapped his bitch button. He let out a loud howl.
Wolf:
I'm going to come.
{He began to ejaculate}
I grabbed his cock, as he began to squirt and aimed it so he cream-pied his own face. I felt his inner ass muscles clamp around my shaft. I couldn't hold back and flooded my searing hot cream into him. It was at that precise moment. wolfie was fully bred. My little sharmutha let out another howl as my hot seed filled him. Drugged up and exhausted by his exertions he passed out with his handsome face drenched in his own jism. Moving swiftly I went to my room to secure a special item I’d acquired.
As the still unconscious wolfie lay sprawled out on the chair, I expertly secured on him the new chastity cage I’d acquired. I slipped his cock snugly into its shaft cage sliding it neatly into the accompanying base ring around the base of his balls. I then locked the cage firmly in place with an internal cylinder lock. The open cage design allowed the skin to breathe and for easy cleaning without any need for taking the device off.
Master J:
{I stepped back to admire my work}
On whole it had a nice sleek outline that any boy would be proud to show off.
I dressed him and helped the semi-conscious wolfie out of my place to sleep it off in his car. Before I locked him in, I quickly wrote a note and tapped it to his chest that simply read:
I’ve mailed Kevin the key that will unlock the cage with instructions to only hand it to you after you tell him exactly why you need it. Bye my little sharmutha!
I visualized wolfie’s shock when he came to and discovered his very manhood locked down. I wondered how long he would last caged and in sexual frustration before he finally approached Kevin for the key. I took the liberty of scrolling wolfie’s cell getting Officer Kevin’s contact information. I then sent him the video where wolfie, using poppers too, confessed his sexual desires for his new partner along with a nice shot of wolfie in his cock cage. I texted he might find it useful to have a partner on a short lease to help him advance in the ranks. I had a feeling Kevin would enjoy his power over wolfie.
Finally, I sent Tommy the video of his cash master fagging out and confessing his fantasy about getting bitched by Tommy. I mentioned he might want to use it to turn his former cop cash fucker into his personal “piggy bank” {oh the irony in that term.} Wolfie the ATM that Tommy could money fuck for extra funds to use in the future when Tommy was cash fagging with another cash master.
Master J:
Well, my work is done. I’m off to find and castrate another alpha wolf.
The End
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