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By *rgeo OP   Man
2 days ago

WOLVERHAMPTON

THE CELLAR

This is an experimental place where we shall be training and learning together. It is not a physical place, located in London, Manchester or Birmingham. This is the cellar of the mind.

You must be between 25 and 35 to enter and provide a clear face picture. Simply ask for admission to the cellar.

Admission is not guaranteed. But if you are a serious young man, you will get in. Offer limited to five intelligent, sensitive and articulate applicants. No waiting list.

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By *rgeo OP   Man
2 days ago

WOLVERHAMPTON

CHAPTER ONE: Tiger

Ergeo: Super profile you have there - I feel sure you will get a lot of offers!

Tiger: Thank you very much.

E: You'd look even better with a leather collar round your neck, waiting for orders from your superior.

T: That is true. I’d feel very horny like that.

E: And I should have to take that into account. You are here to serve, not to get off on it.

T: That’s very true. I must remember my place.

E: Good. You are here to serve your superior. I am not your daddy or your master. You don't have to call me Sir. But I am your superior. Understood?

T: I fully understand that.

E: Good. We shall carry on tomorrow. Don't play with yourself until we have spoken again.

T: I will be good and look out for you.

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By *rgeo OP   Man
2 days ago

WOLVERHAMPTON

Ergeo: You need to decide how far you wish to go. This is not about sex and pleasure but about power, about submitting to a higher force, about allowing a greater intelligence to enter your life. The aim is equality, with liberty and fraternity accompanying it, the French ideal. You are free to leave at any time.

When you send me a picture of your face I shall know you are ready and we can proceed. You will then receive a brief list of terms and conditions, as well as the consequences for stepping outside one or two rules. The rules will apply chiefly to your sexual behaviour initially. This is training for your cock and balls to start with. Once they are under control we can move forward into other areas.

I am happy to wait for a reply. There is no urgency here. When you are ready, you are ready.

Tiger: After consideration, I offer my face as a sign of readiness and a gesture of submission. I'm yours to guide.

E: You can ask anything of George at any time. But that's not the point. This is not about either you or George. There is a much bigger energy involved here.

It shall begin later.

T: I finish work at 3pm. From that point on, I will be present, focused, and ready to give myself fully. My attention, my obedience, my submission — all of it will be yours to guide.

E: First of all, this will work best if you are dressed appropriately as you read and respond to these messages. There is no rush to do this straightaway; it may require some time to get ready. You need to be wearing nothing but a pair of briefs or shorts as we communicate. Around your neck, there should be a symbol of your lowly status, of being owned by another.

It can be as simple as a piece of string or rope or as fancy as a proper dog's collar. It is your status symbol. It doesn't mean you are always going to attend, obey and submit, but it is a symbol of your promise to do this - a promise being made chiefly to yourself.

Once you are dressed this way, you may read the next part of the message.

This will only work if we co-operate together, as superior and inferior beings. You may think of this dynamic as s***e/tyrant, servant/master, bottom/top, or however else it suits, but there is only one consideration, which is for you to be absolutely clear about your own role and about what you hope or expect to find by playing it out. You will find that the roles may swap over time, for it is a well-known fact in BDSM circles that the submissive guys hold all the power. The so-called top men are really their puppets. We shall look at all this.

For when you are clear about your role, the role of whoever it is you are communicating with will also become much clearer. But don't worry too much about all that for the moment.

Instead, remember that for this training process to have any benefit, effect or value, you must be totally honest with yourself in the answers and responses you give. This is not about keeping someone else happy - here, there is no 'someone else' - this is about digging into the roots of your own desires, facing them, and finding out about the pains and the pleasures they involve.

Throughout this entire process you are allowed and encouraged to have and to voice sexual impulses and urges, to say what is working and what is not, to explain what gets you hot or what leaves you cold. You are allowed to masturbate as you are reading this text, if you get turned on by what is happening and the thoughts that enter your mind. You are even permitted to take a break to watch porn, if that is your habit. Nothing is out of bounds here.

BUT if you do decide to go down any path of sexual activity while you are in training then you have two options regarding your use and timing of an orgasm: either you must have no orgasm at all or you must have at least three orgasms in fairly quick succession. It is the choice you must make each time you feel aroused: either denial of relief or excess of it.

Start now to think about this, which path you would choose. Explore your feelings about it before we go any further.

At any time you are free to leave this process with no blame whatsoever attached. This training is an experimental sexual interaction with no experts.

It is now important that you communicate as carefully and as honestly as you can about what gives you the greatest sexual pleasure in your life. You may go back to episodes and events in the past to help provide the narrative for this. The more details you provide the better the training becomes for it can be tailored precisely to your needs. It would be helpful if you could mention things like porn preferences, if applicable, and the kinds of experiences with men that you have so far found fulfilling.

Obviously, a deep level of trust is necessary as we move along. You have already demonstrated a lot of trust by providing your photograph. That itself is a big jump into the unknown, a sign of bravery, especially as the receiver of your photo is himself an unverified member. You are free to ask for any advice as we go along.

We are both learning together. First, it is all about our sexuality, our primal urges, our lusts, our bodily longings. Also, the same rules apply on this side as regards any sexual arousal, whether to sustain it without relief at all or to have an excess of relief.

For you want to be told what to do. You are getting what you want. Now you must face the consequences of it. Now you must tell me how dirty or hot or desperate your mind is when your cock gets hard.

T: I’ve read and re-read your words, each line settling deeper into me like steps into something larger than I fully understand — but desperately want to.

I’ve changed. I’m now wearing nothing but tight briefs, and around my neck, a simple piece of black cord — my own symbol of submission, a private collar to remind me who and what I am in this space. Not just for you… but for myself. A promise. A lowering. A preparation.

I can feel the shift already — the control, the clarity. I want to obey. I want to learn.

You asked me to consider denial or excess. Just the thought of being denied — of my need being ignored, locked, controlled — makes my cock twitch. But the idea of being used so thoroughly, so completely that I’m drained over and over… that’s equally intoxicating. I don’t know which terrifies or excites me more. Maybe that’s the point.

You also asked for honesty. So here it is:

When I touch myself, what burns most is the idea of not being in control. Being watched. Being told. Being taken. Held down, edged, teased, used for someone else’s pleasure, or trained to beg for mine. I think about being made to follow orders, to serve, to kneel. Sometimes I imagine being restrained, blindfolded, hands tied, body open.

I’ve sucked cock. I’ve been taken — once. But never like this. Never with purpose. Never with power.

Porn-wise… I’m drawn to domination, edging, JOI, orgasm control, chastity, group use, service submission, and those moments where the submissive gives in — when you see the moment they break or offer themselves completely. That moment when it’s no longer about performance… but about surrender.

That’s where I want to go. That’s what I want to feel.

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By *ubandy84Man
2 days ago

Wakefield

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By *rgeo OP   Man
2 days ago

WOLVERHAMPTON

Ergeo: Complete surrender is complete power. That is exactly what we are going to discover. In death there is life.

We have made a promising start.

It is best we approach this slowly, keeping our communication to those periods in the day when we have time to relax fully into it, to savour the nuances, the twinges, the hidden corners of excitement and fear.

It is a good beginning on both sides. It was right to call you to it, to invite you into this. The wave-length is right and the signal is strong.

Right now my cock is burning at the thought of you, but that's not the reason we are here. That's a mere side effect. The fact that your performance as the submissive improves my performance as the dominant is just an icing on the cake.

Until later. It may be tomorrow morning.

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By *rgeo OP   Man
2 days ago

WOLVERHAMPTON

Ergeo: If you are at home and alone now, strip naked and remain so for an hour.

If you are not home, or not alone, remove your briefs and wear nothing beneath your trousers.

Get used to random instructions like this.

Tiger: I am home alone and I will do that now.

E: Tomorrow morning we shall continue with the training, using the material you provided earlier.

T: Thank you.

E: There is no need to thank me for anything at any time. One is doing this for wholly selfish reasons; and one hopes you are too. Otherwise, this quickly descends into something quite mediocre. Then we are back in the servant/master, daddy/son mode. The inferior thanking his superior is a redundant gesture, just as it is the other way round for the boss to thank his worker. It is like a machine thanking itself for performing calculations.

We are going to travel together to a place where there is no such machinery and then we shall have to find a new language. It is important from now on that you keep anything remotely personal out of your messages, anything that can identify you as to who you are in daily life, where you live, the type of job or profession, and especially the names of any other individuals in your life. You will see why when we go to a later stage in all this. But it is best to mention it now before we go much further on.

For this reason, it is time for you to choose your proper name, bearing in mind the name you choose must stand up for itself as reflecting both your inferior and superior status. For example, it is no good being known as SubSlutBoy02, when, later on, you may have to shed some of your submissive and sluttish ways. So find a name that suits you really well, that sounds good in the mouth and looks good on the page. We have a week yet before this is necessary so give yourself plenty of time.

Looking back, any compliments one has paid you so far, any tiny moments of praise, have been from the cock, nowhere else. This is what one means about learning together. The superior praising his inferior is often a sexually motivated remark. Be aware of it. There is nothing wrong about it, but to be aware of it starts to change the relationship. For we are going to see that there is a level of connection far more exciting and stimulating than anything sexual can ever be. Sexual connection is necessary. However, where possible, it must be clean, direct, open, not hidden behind other words.

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By *rgeo OP   Man
2 days ago

WOLVERHAMPTON

Ergeo: Here is a lovely little story for you, a reward for your honesty yesterday. This notion of rewarding you is again very much one’s cock at work, but as the story is a favourite sex story one is also revealing something of oneself. In describing the true nature of some of your sexual predilections you allow another to do the same.

The story was written about forty years ago by someone called Eddie. When one reads it, it is possible to switch from identifying with the protagonist to identifying with the victim, back again to the protagonist and then back again to the victim. The cock loves the cold, clinical, unrelenting nature of the torture. There is something so hot about such coldness. We shall look closer at this facet of it another time, when we go into the nature of war and killing, and off all the horrors that mankind lives surrounded by.

***

The Stable, by Eddie

In the centre of the hay-covered floor of the stable sat a man in blue jeans, cowboy boots and a checked shirt. He was leaning against a straw bale and reading a newspaper. At his feet, lying side by side in the straw were four naked youths. Each was gagged and blindfolded, each had his wrists tied behind his back and his ankles strapped together, and each had the black rubber mouth of a milking machine enveloping his cock. There was a quiet chugging sound as the machines rhythmically worked, the cylinders riding up and down very slightly as the vacuum caused sucking waves to run along the soft rubber sheaths inside. The boys were moaning into their hoods and, as always, struggling to resist the mounting pleasure the machines were inducing.

Every day the youths were milked in this way, and every day each one swore that THIS time he would beat the machine, THIS time he would not allow his spunk to be extracted by such an emotionless, clinical and humiliating device.

But every day, once the farm hands had got him tied, helpless, blindfolded, and the soft rubber-lined cylinder was sucking and massaging his horny, erect boy-cock, it was only a question of time. The milking machine was designed to be irresistible, and it was also tireless.

With a cry, the first boy came. Thirty seconds later the second one shot his load, followed by the third. As each teenager lost the battle against his milking machine, the man leaned forward and switched it off, before once again going back to his paper.

After a while the man looked up, frowning. The fourth boy hadn't yet cum - he was holding out against the teasing, sucking machine. With a sigh, the man put his paper down, and picked up a sharply-pointed, stiff feather which he kept for exactly this purpose. There was an expression of intense concentration on the teenager's face - or as much of it as was visible beneath the shiny black leather blindfold. With practised skill, the man applied the feather to the boy's balls, tickling lightly and quickly - the feather dancing expertly over the young, sensitive testicles.

Instantly, the boy lost control - and with a cry that was half humiliation and half fury, shot his spunk helplessly into the hungry rubber mouth of the machine.

The man switched the device off and, yawning, went back to reading his paper.

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By *ohnny 51Man
2 days ago

Middlewich

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By *rgeo OP   Man
2 days ago

WOLVERHAMPTON

Ergeo: Tell us some details of the time you were ‘taken’. What was the good and the bad of it? How did it come about? What secret arrangements had you made to get to that point? And what feelings remain about it all? Is there any shame in it? Have you shared the story with many other people?

If you are struggling to find a name for yourself, I now have one ready for you. You can refuse it.

If you are struggling with anything else, speak up.

Tiger: I am struggling with a name, yes.

E: Tiger. You are now called Tiger. You can add an extra name to it if you think of something suitable later. So you could be Tiger X, for example.

Anything else you are struggling with?

Finally, for today, it was good to note that you remained silent all through Saturday and Sunday. This perhaps indicates a high degree of commitment to the task at hand. However, it was not wise to indicate through your status that you were 'home alone and horny' - this kind of thing requires special permission. Fortunately, the status message seems to have disappeared by Sunday.

Sunday is the Lord's day. Nothing sexual can pass between us on such a day, as shall be explained to you later. Therefore it must also be a day of complete chastity for yourself. It may be painful to be so chaste for a whole day. So be it. Life is painful at times. One learns about it and moves on.

T: This is the first time I’ve been instructed to keep Sunday as a day of chastity, and I understand now that it carries a different weight — one that I hadn’t been taught to respect until now. That will change. From this point on, I will treat Sundays as sacred: free from lust, free from pleasure, and devoted entirely to stillness and obedience.

The status was a failure on my part — a craving for attention when I should have been craving discipline. I see that clearly now. I should have waited in silence and discomfort until told otherwise.

I’m here to surrender fully. To learn restraint. To be shaped by Your rules, not my urges.

E: On a Sunday, he will be very close to you all day, from the moment you awake in the morning until the time you retire to bed in the evening. He will sit by you at mealtimes, hold your hand gently whenever you walk out of the house, be next to you as you work or watch TV. Only when you go to the bathroom will he withdraw for a while and wait, discreetly. At bedtime, he will slip in next to you, hold you close to him and keep you safe. His presence will fade away as you drift off into sleep. His is an eternal, paternal, protective and compassionate energy. The greater you resist it the stronger it becomes.

You may masturbate today at your own pace and with as many climaxes - or lack of them - as you please. Make the most of it. This offer will be infrequent.

There is nothing wrong with craving attention if you are able to invite the whole universe to answer your call. It is only attention-seeking when you are selective.

T: Thank you — I accept the freedom You’ve given today with gratitude and awareness.

Knowing this permission is rare makes it feel all the more precious. I won’t waste it. Whether I choose release or restraint, it will be done with intention — not impulse.

Your words about attention struck something deeper in me. I see now that my craving wasn’t the issue… it was the way I narrowed my focus, seeking validation instead of connection.

I want to learn how to open myself fully — not just to You, but to the whole experience. To desire without demanding. To invite without controlling.

Thank you for your patience.

E: You are a quick learner. Validation is a myth, an illusion. There is nothing in you or outside of you to validate. It is the same for all human beings.

Connection is an entirely different matter. "Only connect," as someone wrote. But connection and separation always flow together like a river filled from two streams.

Enjoy your bodily pleasures today.

I am awaiting, for another day, your report on the time you allowed yourself to be taken by another man. Once this is submitted we can then look at the way in which connection and separation plays out in a real example from daily life.

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By *rgeo OP   Man
2 days ago

WOLVERHAMPTON

Tiger: Thank You for the freedom You granted me today. I honoured it with full presence, no distractions, no rushing — just sensation, breath, and the unfolding of desire. I let go, fully, three times.

My first time with a man. It was messy, nervous, and clumsy — a blowjob in a London hotel room. I barely knew what I was doing, but I remember the feeling of wanting to serve, even if my body hadn’t yet caught up with that intention. I remember the way my mouth tried to please, the way I listened to his breath, the moment I realised how much it turned me on but felt like I failed as I didn’t make him climax.

Ergeo: You said that you were taken. Does this mean that you submitted to a man who penetrated you? Let's get it clear.

T: Yeah… I have been taken once.

It was years ago, about six I think — I was working in London on a contract job. Living alone in a short-term flat, and just… horny all the time. I couldn’t stop thinking about it — the idea of being fucked. I’d never told anyone, never even said it out loud, but the urge was strong.

One night, I found this tran's ad. She looked confident, like she’d know what to do. I didn’t even think it through — just messaged, gave the address. My hands were shaking by the time she knocked on the door.

She came in, told me to strip. No chat. Just straight to it. She was firm, a bit rough, told me to relax. I tried. It hurt at first, obviously. But I didn’t stop her. I let her take me.

Afterwards… I sat on the bed in silence. Just felt empty. Not physically, but in my chest. Guilty. Ashamed. I’d wanted it for so long and when it finally happened, all I could think was “What the fuck did I just do?” I deleted everything. Her number, the texts. Like I was trying to erase it.

But I couldn’t. It never really went away. The feeling of being used. The way it lit something up in me. I’ve thought about it so many times since.

I guess I’ve carried that around quietly ever since. Tried to ignore it. But it’s still there — the need. And now it’s louder.

Thanks for asking. No one else knows this about me.

E: How do you feel about the name Tiger? It is being used deliberately to take your identity to a new place.

T: I hope it’s okay to say this honestly. I really appreciate You giving me one — it means something that You’d choose to name me at all.

But I’ve never really connected with animal names. “Tiger” feels a bit too… fierce maybe? Or not quite me. I don’t mean that in a disrespectful way — it’s just not a name I feel myself in.

That said, if it pleases You, I’ll answer to it. I’m here to learn, not control.

I just wanted to share how it landed with me, truthfully.

E: That's what it means by having your identity taken to a new place. A newly given name is a very powerful thing, it dredges up all kinds of associations. Without resistance to it, there is not much point. So be aware of the resistance and carry on. For me name represents strength alone, particularly moral strength. The notion of fierceness is merely a cultural appropriation.

T: You’re right — the resistance is there. I felt it as soon as I read the name, and I wanted to push it away. But I see now that’s the point. It’s not about liking the name — it’s about letting go of how I see myself. Trusting You to name something in me I might not have recognised yet.

If Tiger means moral strength to You… then maybe that’s what You’re trying to awaken in me. Not the predator, but the part of me that can stand firm in submission — without shame or fear.

I’ll carry it. And I’ll sit with the discomfort, instead of trying to get rid of it. Thank You for naming me.

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By *omoredenialMan
2 days ago

Swaffham

This is a really interesting read and I can picture myself as the submissive in the story.

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By *ohnny 51Man
2 days ago

Middlewich

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By *rgeo OP   Man
2 days ago

WOLVERHAMPTON

Ergeo: Three figures stand before you, each with a dildo in their hands. One of them is going to take you to your bedroom and use it on you, giving you great pleasure. They are a man, a woman and someone of an unknown gender. Whom would you choose?

Tiger: A woman.

E: So your overwhelming desire is to submit to the will of a woman, to be at her mercy. You have come to a male sex site in order to fulfil that desire by proxy, with a man taking the role of the woman.

T: That hit something deep, Sir.

I’ve thought about that a lot — whether what I’m chasing is the feeling of submission, not tied to a specific gender. With women, I’ve always craved being overpowered, controlled, taken out of my own head. But I never found one who really wanted that from me, not in the way I needed it.

And now I’m here, with men, chasing the same thing — being told what to do, made to let go, feeling like I belong to someone else’s will. So yeah… maybe You’re right. Maybe it is about fulfilling that desire by proxy.

But at the same time, this doesn’t feel like pretending. What I feel around men now — especially men like You — isn’t just roleplay. It’s real. It’s arousal, surrender, and something deeper I’m only starting to understand.

Maybe it started as proxy. But now… it feels like truth.

E: Your shame and guilt about the act you described earlier is not about the act itself but about having a witness to it. That is the first thing to see.

There is a truth to it, yes. It is all about the desire to be nothing, to cease existing, to not have to decide a thing. Above all it is the desire to not be in control. This is the essence of it.

You may see something else. Let's look at it.

T: It’s not that I don’t want to exist… it’s more like I want to stop existing on my own terms. Stop performing. Stop managing everything. Just be. Even if that means being used, restrained, or humiliated — it’s still a kind of freedom.

E: I go now quite frequently to our local gay sauna. It is not for the sex, which is abundant, even for a guy my age, but for the comradeship. There I too am existing on different terms, not knowing exactly what I am going to have to face. Sometimes acceptance, sometimes rejection. Sometimes tenderness and humour, sometimes something darker and more dangerous. Sometimes the sense of being totally cleansed, sometimes the sense of having descended into the pit of hell. On my own terms, I would select. I would choose the most attractive looking man. There I am open to fate.

T: That’s powerful. Thank You for sharing that with me.

E: After you read this last message, you must refrain from touching yourself below the waist for 24 hours. This includes rubbing yourself against the bedsheets or upon a pillow. Restrain yourself and see how far it is bearable. Make a note of the exact breaking point, if there is one.

T: I won’t touch myself — not with my hands, not with anything else. I’ll feel it rise, sit with it, let it burn if it has to. No release. No grinding it out in secret.

Just the ache.

I’ll keep a note, like You said — of the hours, the thoughts, the point where it starts to feel unbearable… if it does. I want to know what I’m like when I don’t give in. When I don’t hide behind release.

E: You are the kind of man who will benefit from a tender torturer.

T: I sometimes need a firm hand.

E: That is obvious. Don't be fooled by the word 'tender' - it means 'to stretch.'

T: Sounds ominous.

E: Yes.

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By *ohnny 51Man
2 days ago

Middlewich

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By *rgeo OP   Man
2 days ago

WOLVERHAMPTON

Ergeo: What happened? Did you refrain entirely? Did you cheat? (I hope you cheat. I can punish a cheater.) Did you remain calm and pure and untroubled by any sexual thoughts at all. (I hope for this too. I can punish you for that also.)

Don't keep me waiting. Don't be mediocre.

Tiger: I didn’t make it.

I tried to hold out but the order not to touch made it worse… every thought, every twitch, just pulled me closer. I couldn’t stop thinking about it, about being told no. It built until I couldn’t resist anymore.

I came. Twice. Quick, desperate, like my body was taking back control. And each time, I knew I was breaking what you’d told me to do. I knew, and I still did it.

If that makes me weak… then I’ll take whatever you decide I deserve for it.

E: Your own weakness is the punishment. But your weakness is your own will, your desire to control. You don't deserve anything. You deserve to be ignored.

T: Thank you.

E: This is love: when the whole universe ignores you.

We crave attention. We don't want to be ignored. The attention we receive may range from the greatest honours to the foulest shouts of execration. But the universe itself is devoid of praise or blame - these are human devices. The universe ignores every single living creature, everything with a beating heart. This is love.

This is the truth we cannot face: to be loved is to be ignored, to be forgotten, to be left completely alone.

You are not expected to understand any of this. Your job is to obey whatever orders come your way.

Remove right now - the very second you finish reading this last text - as much of your clothing as you can, wherever you are. Strip completely naked. Stand absolutely still. Go as far as you can with it and let me know tomorrow how much you took off and how long you stood.

T: Understood.

I’m doing it now — stripping completely. I’ll stand as still as I can and push myself to go further with it.

You’ll have my report tomorrow.

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By *oy2017Man
2 days ago

Frome

This contribution is Just So Different !! I really like it. I do feel hopeful that it will continue.

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By *ohnny 51Man
2 days ago

Middlewich

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By *omoredenialMan
1 day ago

Swaffham


"This contribution is Just So Different !! I really like it. I do feel hopeful that it will continue.

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Me too

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By *rgeo OP   Man
1 day ago

WOLVERHAMPTON

Tiger: I followed your order straight away. I was at home so I stripped completely — everything off in seconds.

I stood in the middle of the room, arms by my sides, completely still. The first couple of minutes felt fine, but then the stillness started to press on me. Every sound made me more aware of how exposed I was.

I lasted just over 6 minutes before I shifted my weight, then stayed another 4 before I moved again.

I know I could have stood there for longer. The urge to move wasn’t unbearable — I just gave in to it.

Ergeo: That's OK. You are learning.

However, we have unfinished business. The other day you ejaculated twice, apparently. You know the rules: zero or three. Therefore, either you abstain altogether until Monday 10am. Or it is four times in one hour. Your choice.

Sunday is a day of abstinence anyway, so you are getting off lightly, Tiger.

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By *unwithuMan
1 day ago

manchester

this story is incredible! brilliant writing, deep, sometimes i have to re-read it to grasp the meaning, however, it has me hooked!

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By *ohnny 51Man
1 day ago

Middlewich

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By *rgeo OP   Man
1 day ago

WOLVERHAMPTON

Ergeo: 10am. Monday. Whatever happened over the weekend, you have another free day. You may play with yourself to your heart’s content, climaxing as many or as few times as you wish

You have total freedom, if you wish, not just one day. You can walk away now.

However, to carry on will mean a bigger burden and a greater sacrifice. It is your privacy that now gets taken. For everything you report from now on will be recorded and published. You will be exposed for all the world to see. Your confessions, your fears, your lusts - it will be all laid out for public consumption. You will be judged, weighed up, evaluated, assessed - all the stupid things men do to each other - and, who knows, at the end of it you will be mocked or admired, punished or rewarded. Or ignored.

Tiger: I’ve thought about it. The easy option would be to take the freedom and walk away. No risk, no exposure, nothing to lose.

But I don’t want the easy option. If the price for carrying on is that my privacy is taken… then I’ll carry on. I’ll take the burden.

Where will I be exposed?

You can record it, publish it, let it be picked apart. If I’m judged, mocked, or ignored, so be it. I’d rather see where this leads than hide from it.

E: It will be part of a book.

T: I’m honoured. Thank you.

E: It may also be shared through fabguys, though not yet decided about that.

T: Either way it is humbling and exciting.

E: What sort of attention do you get on this website, Tiger? Who are the people that come to you? How do you deal with them?

T: It’s a mix on here — older guys, younger ones, some polite, some just sending one-liners. I get everything from genuine conversation to people wanting a quick wank over chat.

I do enjoy the attention. It’s flattering, and sometimes the messages are a turn-on. But I’ve never had the urge to actually meet anyone from here yet. I don’t know if it’s timing, trust, or just that I’ve not felt the right pull.

For now, I’m content to watch how people approach me, see what they want, and let it feed the side of me that enjoys being noticed.

If you wanted, I could give you my password so you could see for yourself — who’s talking to me, what they say, how I reply. Nothing hidden.

E: Tiger, you are everything I would want you to be. I shall keep in mind the password offer; it is a major leap that you have just taken.

My godson lives just a few miles away from you. He is an actor and director. He got married in June. My feelings for him are similar to my feelings for you. He is a mysterious phenomenon, appearing in my life from nowhere. And I have another godson, who runs a bakery and restaurant business in Hungary. Soon he will be getting married too. This is personal information. This too must appear in the book.

T: I’m honoured you’d say that about me.

Thank you for trusting me with something so personal. I understand it will go in the book, and I’ll treat it as yours to tell.

It makes me wonder what it is about them that stirs the same feelings you have for me.

E: They are beautiful examples of the human male. They suffer. They cry. They listen. They laugh.

Send me the password: I want to watch my reactions.

T: My password is ******

You may use my page in any way you see fit.

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By *rgeo OP   Man
17 hours ago

WOLVERHAMPTON

Ergeo: The two lads on your hotlist, what do they mean to you? What do they represent?

Tiger: I’m attracted to their bodies. I am aroused looking at their pictures.

E: They both give off quite strong submissive vibes. Is this what appeals?

T: Yes. I see them as something I long to be.

E: And your wife/ girlfriend, how much of this is she aware of?

T: I don’t have a wife or girlfriend. There’s X — we fuck now and then — but it’s not a relationship. She’s married, so it’s just physical and occasional. She doesn’t know about any of this.

E: Let's also consider friendships in your life, the excess or the lack of them. Or it may be that you have reached a happy medium. Everything is linked. The desire for sexual attention is merely the surface manifestation of a much deeper need.

T: On friendships… I’ve got a small circle. A couple of close mates I trust, and that’s enough for me. I’m not surrounded by people, but I’m not isolated either.

You’re right though — the sexual attention is only part of it. I think what I’m looking for runs deeper. It’s about being seen in a way that friendship alone doesn’t give me.

E: Therefore, this is not about how the world sees you but about how you see the world.

Yesterday, I made my third trip to the sauna. There was sex everywhere in every form. As the place got busier the opportunities increased. But with more sex came less contact and connection. It became merely a bodily transaction, the satisfying of an animalistic urge. This is not a judgement on it; this is an observation. Human contact and connection is a place wherein we can get hurt by our own feelings. When contact is reduced to an animalistic rutting, our feelings can temporarily be forgotten about. Many of the men who go there are married men whose connection to their wives has broken down or has remained stuck at an old place. Or they are single gay and bi-sexual men looking for an escape from themselves at the hands of other men. We all play this game. Therefore, to see the escape is actually the really sexy part, not the engagement in sex itself.

The Training Room: Read this story and provide some comments upon it. I have borrowed our names to use in it but they are markers only, nothing else. I want to know whether it is worth carrying on with it or best to leave it as it is. That's all.

T: I think it’s worth continuing. It pulls me in — the detail, the way you mix the personal with the bigger picture. It feels like it’s building towards something and I want to see where it goes.

The Cellar setup has a lot of potential, especially with the mix of personalities you’ve brought together. And the way you describe George — it’s layered. The sexual element is there, but so is the shift in power and trust between you. That makes it more interesting than just straight porn.

I’d like to read what happens next.

E: The story will continue but it will take time to get fully in the mood of it. A strange thing is happening because now I am starting to get hard at the thought of women. This is after fifty years of purely (and impurely) homosexual encounters. It began while watching the bi-sexual porn at the sauna. I was more turned on by the woman than the men. Usually, it turned me off but her real sense of pleasure was what got me. It looked like she felt safe and comfortable with these men, that they were really caring for her while fucking her and while she was sucking their cocks. And the men were sucking and fucking each other too.

You have to stay in my service forever. There is no release for you now. Don't even think of freedom. You are here to serve and nothing else. I hope you are wearing your collar and are stripped naked. Don't invoke my fury.

T: I understand — I’m in your service completely. Wearing my collar now, stripped, as you ordered. I won’t think about freedom, only about serving.

What you wrote about the woman… I can see why it got to you. The way you described her pleasure, how she felt safe and cared for even in the middle of all that, and the men giving and taking at the same time — it’s intense. I can picture it, and it’s the trust in it that sticks with me.

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By *rgeo OP   Man
17 hours ago

WOLVERHAMPTON

Link to The Training Room story

https://www.fabguys.com/forum/fantasy/1653325

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