Crois-sin
This is pup's Crois-sin tribute to Master Zal.
The prologue.
With life, that includes kink, we often find ourselves in situations that test our boundaries. We all have boundaries that we think we will never cross. Often those self-imposed boundaries, whether they are placed there due to fear, disgust, lack of knowledge, or by society, limit us to experiencing life to the fullest. How is one to grow and flourish in life if we do not test our boundaries to see if they are firm boundaries or fluid ones? Maybe if I had tested the boundaries I placed upon myself earlier in life, my life might be a more full and complete life now, versus stumbling around trying to discover who I really am.
A person who has a fear of heights live their life paralyzed by that fear that limits the many things that can be exhilarating and freeing. They may never feel the slow antagonizing climb of a rollercoaster car as it noisily clicks it way to the summit high in the air, their palms gripping the bar in fear as they get closer and closer to the crest. Or the feeling of abandonment and total lack of control they have over the outcome what they are about to face as the car is frozen at the top for a mere second before it begins plummeting downward. They will never feel the rush of the wind against their face or the make of nature as gravity presses their body into the back of the seat unable to move. As the car they are in, joined with other cars, making it a train, continues to hurl itself down the track through twists and turns they, will never experience the rush of adrenaline that one feels during those exhilarating moments in time. And as the ride comes to the end of its thrilling journey they will not relish in the empirical sensations of their tense muscles relaxing as the rush of adrenaline ends leaving them relaxed and with a complete sense of satisfaction.
This Crois-sin is not only the revealing of one of pup's deep, dark secrets but it is the rollercoaster ride of feelings of excitement and fear of revealing it publicly as commanded by Masteral Zal.
The deep, dark secret.
Pup started talking to a man on a cruising app in 2021. Pup knew the chances of a hookup were slim to nil but nothing ventured is nothing gained. As the saying goes, this man was built like a brick đ©house. His biceps were massive, his hairy armpits could tantilize a hermit out of seclusion. The curve of his round buttocks looked like two soft pillows of clouds that met to reveal the promised land of sweet temptations to be fulfilled. On top of all of that, he was a construction worker, tolling under the hot, unforgiving sun all day.
Through our conversation he revealed that he liked he have his muscles and body worshipped by other men. He said it gave him a mental high watching another man caress, kiss and lick his muscular body. (Maybe pup stood a chance after all.) Pup threw caution to the wind and informed him that not only did pup enjoy all of that but that pup also enjoyed the natural smell and taste of a man after he had been working all day. This intrigued him. Through more probing questions by him, he came to understand just how much of a faggot pig pup was. We arranged a date and time for him to come over, right after work unshowered.
On the appointed day and time pup nervously awaited his arrival carefully following the instructions he gave pup. Pup naked, was kneeling on the floor, the only thing on was pup's Chasity cage securely locked in place. Pup was holding a tray in front of pup with an ice-cold Heineken on the tray awaiting his arrival. The lights of a vehicle flashed across the front window as he pulled into the driveway. This was followed by the sound of his heavy work boots on the front stairs. There was no turning back now.
He knocked on the door before opening it and walked in. There before naked pup stood a man so many fags dream about. Wearing dirty jeans, a tight grey tshirt under a high viz safety vest and dirty, worn workboots on his feet. We both just stayed where we where, him looking down at pup, pup staring up at him. He broke the trance we both were in by reaching and grabbing the ice cold beer still sitting on the tray pup was holding. He twisted off the cap, tossing it aside and took a long chug of the beer. He let out a belch and stated "Those boots are not going to take themselves off." Setting the tray aside, pup bent down and took the first workboot off. The smell was overwhelming. He grabbed the boot from pup's hand and shoved it into pup's face, making pup to inhale the years of sweat that had been embedded into the leather. Laughing he dropped the boot saying "Now the other one." Pup promptly obeyed.
After pup had finished sniffing both of his boots, he pushed past pup, popping himself onto the couch and guzzled the rest of the beer down. Letting out a belch he said "Get me another one." and pup did exactly that. The next hour was spent with pup exploring every inch of his body. Breathing in the unique manly scents of each area, licking, kissing and caressing every muscle. Pup was busy working his balls in and out of pup's mouth as he finished a 3rd beer. He let out another belch, pushed pup's head away from his delicious balls and he stood up. "I have to use the john, where is it?" Pointing down the hall pup blurted out "I will drink it Sir." Reaching down, he pulled pup up off of pup's knees and chuckling replied "You will do more than that." Pup followed him down the hall, mesmerized by his two, fuzzy asscheeks as he walked towards the bathroom.
Entering the bathroom, he quickly sat down on the toilet. Spreading his legs, he ordered pup to get between them and get ready to drink. Pup obeyed, kneeling between his spread legs, lowering pup's head and taking the head of his cock into pup's eager mouth as he placed his right hand on the back of pup's head. "Get ready" he commanded "It's about to blow!" Pup definitely was not ready for the torrential burst of piss that he let loose. Pup struggled to swallow it all as quickly as possible. He held pup's head in place with both hands repeating over and over "Good boy, swallow it all." As the piss continued to flow into pup's mouth the room was filled with the growing sound of pup desperately trying to breathe more air through pup's nose.
Having finally finished pissing, pup let out a burp while his cock was still in pup's mouth. He laughed, slapped pup's cheek and asked "You enjoyed that didn't you?" Pup started to pull pup's head off his cock and he pushed pup's head back down saying "Oh no, we are not finished, start sucking." Pup started to suck his cock as he grabbed pup's head by the hair, guiding pup on how he wanted pup to suck it. Suddenly he maked his cock all the way down pup's throat, pup's nose now buried in his bush, and let out a massive fart. Pup tried to pull pup's head up but he held it firmly in place, making pup to breathe in the stench of his fart. He finally released pup's head and pup sat back, gasping for air as the smell of his fart still lingered in the air.
He looked at pup and laughed, "It was just a fart!" Grabbing pup by the head again, he guided pup's mouth back to his cock and said "Keep sucking." Pup, thinking to pupself "Maybe he didn't mean to fart" started to suck his cock again. With both hands on pup's head again, he started shove pup's head faster and faster up and down the length of his shaft. Once again he maked his cock all the way down pup's throat and pressed it there. Pup was thinking he was about to cum. He let out a moan but pup did not feel or taste the sudden flood of cum pup expected in pup's mouth. As pup struggled to breathe pup heard all the familiar sound of something hiting the surface of the water in the toilet. Struggling to break free from his grasp on pup's head he shoved pup's mouth back down his shaft, let out another moan that was followed by another splash in the toilet.
Releasing the firm grip he had on pup's head, he leaned back against the toilet tank and stated with a satisfied smirk on his, "Damn that felt good." Pup, still kneeling on the floor between his spread legs looked up at him in bewilderment. "I never consented to that Sir." pup meekly replied. Looking down at pup he ordered pup to get up off the floor. After pup had stood up he rose from the toilet brushed past pup grabbing pup's hand as he passed. "Come with me boy." He commanded. He led pup into the bedroom. He proceeded to jump onto pup's bed laughing and pulling pup with him. Still laughing he pulled pup on top of himself and then rolled pup by his side. "Bury your nose in my pit, boy." he softly whispered "You know you want to." Pup nestled pup's nose into his hairy pit, feeling pupself drift into obedience as the manly aroma of his working man's scent once again filled pup's nostrils.
Pup could not think of a place where pup would rather be right now then where pup currently was. Pup's naked body pressed against his, feeling the slow rise and fall of his chest as he took each breath. He started to whisper to pup in a low, measured tone "You said you wanted to worship me, serve me, please me. You have done that boy. You have proved yourself to be a very good boy tonight." The deep timber of his voice and the words he was saying filled pup's mind, pushing all other thoughts out of it. The tectonic vibrations of his voice filled pup's head, luring pup into a trance state of longing and surrender. He continued on with his hypnotic voice as he began to stroke the back of pup's head " You belong to me, I own you right now. You crave nothing more than to serve me, please me, be controlled by me. That is your purpose, the reason you were born, the reason you exist, to be used by me, to fulfill my selfish needs." The world ceased to exist for pup outside the 4 walls of the bedroom. Time and space had been suspended as pup fell further and further under his spell. Pup knew he spoke the truth, was saying the words pup had always longed to hear.
He slowly started to roll over, disengaging his body from pups'. He was now lying on his belly and pup's eyes began to travel down the length of his back before arriving at his beautifully sculpted ass. "Give in to who you are boy, accept and embrace your fate" he continued. Without thinking pup started to run pup's hand down his back, from his massive deltoids to his beautiful glutes, feeling his satiny smooth skin that was stretched over them. "Let go of all your inhibitions, set yourself free to be who you are." His words, ebbing and flowing through the air like a sexual opera written by a Master composer had a hypnoticeffect on pup. "Worship my ass boy, use your mouth, your tongue to explore my ass, crack and hole." Pup was unable to resist his words, resist his orders. It was as if the makes of nature were compelling pup towards an unexplored destination pup was meant to journey to.
Moving to position pupself between his spread legs, pup's hands continued to caress the mounds of his ass as pup began lowering his mouth towards the crevice between the two mountains of manly flesh. The first kisses of pup's lips upon the perfect globes of his ass sent tingles of sensations through pup's body. Hearing his muffled words of direction in the back of pup's brain, ordering pup to spread his cheeks wide, pup followed his commands. Pup got his first look at his puckered hole, twitching with little movements that beckoned pup's tongue forward. He reached back with his hand and started to gently urge pup's head closer. "Lick my hole boy, do it now." he growled out, and pup obeyed him.
As pup's tongue first met with the sides of his cheeks it was filled with the salty residue left behind from hours of sweating, working in the scorching heat of the day. Pup's head jerked back in reaction to the bitter and tangy taste of his unclean hole that met pup's tongue as it took the first lick. The taste was what pup imagines rotting fish mixed with bitter coffee would taste like. Feeling pup's resistance, he applied more pressure to the back of pup's head while commanding pup to lick his hole. "Do it boy, lick it boy, clean my hole!" he demanded, "I want you to do this, you need to do this, you want to do this." He started to wiggle his ass to get his hole where he wanted pup to lick it. Pup continued to flick pup's tongue on and around his hole as he started to moan in pleasure. Getting used to the taste and spurred on by his moans, pup started to lick his hole more.
There is a unique sense of power that can overcome a sub when their actions illicit a strong response of pleasure from the man they are serving. That power overcame pup at that moment. He pushed himself back on his knees, his head pressed into the pillow, esposing his hole to receive more pleasure from pup's tongue. Pup started licking more eagerly, forgetting pup's repulsion at the act pup was preforming. He pushed pup's head further between his ass cheeks moaning out "Stick your tongue in my hole." Pup plunged pup's tongue into his dirty hole, once again being overwhelmed by the strong taste.
Suddenly, he flipped his one leg over pup's head, collapsing on his back as he grabbed his large, throbbing cock. "Suck it" he shouted, "I am going to cum!" Pup shoved his cock into pup's mouth and started to suck it in earnest. A few strokes of pup's lips up and down his shaft was all it took to bring him to his anticipated orgasm. His cum flooded pup's mouth as he shot a huge load hitting the back of pup's mouth. Pup clamped pup's lips firmly around his shaft as his cock throbbed and pulsed as his cum began sliding down pup's throat. Pup could feel his body start to relax although his breathing was still laboured. Pup laid pup's head on the thigh of his one leg while pup continued suckling on his softening cock.
Pup is not sure how long we both laid their like that, both lost in the thoughts of our own, little worlds. His breathing had returned to normal and pup let his soft cock slip from pup's mouth. Lying there, nose buried into the bush surrounding his cock, breathing in his musky scent, pup felt a sense of contentment and belonging. He reached down with his left hand, taking hold of his limp cock and pointed it towards pup's mouth. "Open up" he said "I have to piss." Those words were not spoken as a command or order but spoken with a the knowledge and natural confidence one has when they know their words will be followed without objection. Pup took his cock into pup's mouth and had barely closed pup's lips around the head when he started to piss. It wasn't like the urgent piss from earlier but a steady stream of his golden liquid filling pup's mouth, dancing over the tastebuds on pup's tongue before traveling warmly down pup's throat heading to fill pup's belly. He pulled his cock from pup's mouth, slapped it against the cheek of pup's face and said "Get up, I have to head home."
We both stood and he walked out of the bedroom, his cock swinging in front of him as pup followed behind, once again watching the cheeks of his ass bounce as he walked. An ass, that a short time earlier, pup had licked clean. In the living room, he pulled on his socks, underwear and his dirt covered pants, pulled the grey tshirt over his head and slipped his feet into the scruffy, worn workbooks. He held his vest in his one hand as he pulled pup into a warm embrace. He whispered to pup, "Youre a good boy, you did a good job tonight." As he released pup from his hug he placed a soft, gentle kiss on pups forehead and said "Thank you."
He turned and walked out the front door, closing it behind him, leaving pup standing there nude, pup's cock still locked in its Chasity cage, as pup listened to the sound of his boots hitting the stairs as he left. A moment later pup heard the sound of the truck door close as the low rumble of his engine filled the night air. Pup watched as the headlights of his truck receded as he backed out of the driveway and then disappear into the darkness of the night as he drove away.
Epilogue
That is pup's deep, dark secret. Pup had sucked a man's cock while he took a dump and then licked his ass clean afterwards. It is now laid out for all to see and judge. The event that pup revealed was a true occurrence. Pup wrote from a perspective of looking back over two years. If pup had written shortly after it happened, it probably would have been written differently. It is funny how as tiime passes, our view of things and how we react to them changes. After it happened, pup was filled with self-loathing and disgust. Those feelings have softened considerably with the passing of time. Pup has never repeated what took place.
They say a man can be judged by the quality of his character. What they don't say, is that his character is formed by every positive and negative thing he encounters and deals with. One of those things is the secrets we wrap in a cocoon and bury within ourselves afraid of them being exposed for others to see. Today pup freed one of pup's secrets from the cocoon it is wrapped in and has set it free like a butterfly to soar and float on the currents of the universe, it's destiny no longer controlled by pup. Some will see this as a beautiful thing and others will see it as food to fuel their nastiness and bitterness they have inside themselves. To sit back and judge the experiences and the journey of others is a foolhardy endeavor that reveals the lack of substance in one's own life. Either way, it is a burden pup no longer has to carry around inside of pup. They say confessions help to cleanse one's soul, today pup's soul has been partly cleansed.
When Master Zal first ordered pup to do this Crois-sin, pup wanted to choose one that would help pup grow. Pup wanted to do one that was truly respectful of what Master Zal was seeking when he first developed the idea. Although it took pup time to work up the courage to write it, pup was determined to see it through from beginning to the end. As pup was writing this, words Master Zal said to pup were constantly in pup's mind. Those words gave pup not only the courage pup needed but helped pup conquer pup's fear. Those words were "Pup has nothing to fear as long as Master stands by pup's side." Thank you for your encouragement Master Zal and for standing by your pup's side. Pup may be a scared, little shaking Chihuahua but pup hopes to become the hound you see inside of your pup and the hound you want your pup to become. This has truly been a cathartic experience for pup. Thank you for that Master Zal.
With Love
Pupzz
The first treatment of a Porn Movie that will be shot soon...
SCENE 1
INTEROR - The Safe House
Midday
In a dimly lit bedroom a laptop is gently humming. Exterior sounds of cars, police sirens and people talking. The sound of a cork popping is heard out of shot. Slave enters, walking from a steamy bathroom into the bedroom. He is naked and holding a glass of wine. His bronzed body and glistening muscles dripping with perspiration after a three-hour calisthenics session at a local gym. He smiles. He picks up a poster from the black silk sheets on the bed. He unrolls the poster and pins it on peeling wallpaper opposite the king-sized bed. Slave looks at the image. He groans, he shouts, empty wine glasses start moving and one falls from a chest of drawers.
Slave: NO. NO. NO! Youâre kidding me! Youâre fucking kidding me!
Close up to slaveâs angry but alluringly handsome face.
Slave: Another fucking towel!
The poster is revealed. It shows Masterzal in a locker room, naked, with a white towel draped elegantly over his interesting bits. Slave beats the wall with his hand, his massive muscles strained in rage. The wall shakes and dust falls. The phone rings. Slave steadies himself. He inhales deeply through his manly nostrils. He turns and swaggers towards the telephone, scratching his enormous balls as his massive cock slaps his thighs. He picks up the receiver.
Slave: What?
A distant voice starts speaking unintelligibly.
Slave: When? Are you sure? Are you sure you want this? It WILL change your life. Youâll never be the same again. Youâll probably never walk in the same way again?
Slave replaces the handset and smiles.
If you would like a PART TWO, please let me know.
Sometime things happen and we just have to deal with it. We all know of things that could be on such a list and most of the time unfortunately we choose to suffer in silence.
Which is no good for anyoneâs mental health
Sometimes we do to at because we donât feel strong enough to deal with it out loud other times itâs because we cannot put into words how we fee inorder to deal with it.
When it comes to the world of kink lines get blurred easily and overstepped boundaries happen somewhat, and unfortunately, frequently. Which makes being able to express yourself a vital part of this and any community
And then comes along a thing or event that cuts through whatever barrier we have so deeply that we have no choice but to find the words
For once finding the words was actually easy an old song on the radio sums up feelings perfectly for once.
âIs it too late ⊠Nothing to salvage,
You look away âŠ. Clear all the damage
The meaning to, All words of love
Has disappearedâŠ.
âWe used to love one another ,Give to each other
Lie under covers so, Are you friend or foe
Love one another, Live for each other
So, are you friend or foe
'Cause I used to know
The promisesâŠ.
Hollow concessions
An innocent show of affection
I touch your handâŠ
A hologram
Are you still there?
We used to love one another
Give to each other
Lie under covers so,
Are you friend or foe
Love one another
Live for each other
So, are you friend or foeâ
As we know there are two sides to every story so I simply ask this
Are you friend of foe?
We all know there is a world out there of men that are turned on by being laughed at, humiliated, and exposed. In this short blog I want to focus on exposure subs and my findom.
b*******l is real and is getting more and more into findom. The master exposes the sub online (without consent). The sub is paying master to remove every single piece of info that is in the public domain. Myself I am not into non-consensual play.
Than we have exposure subs begging to be exposed. They want to get exposed, they actually kick on seeing their pictures and what they are doing all over the internet. If a master exposes the material which was send to him, than he actually helps realising the subs fantasy. It is as if the sub send a script to the master. I donât see any power exchange here, there is no thrill for the Dom. If you are paid to expose the sub, it is rather being paid for a service. Yes I have exposed subs on their the demand for which I was paid. But I see it more like some marketing stuff. Itâs a play which needs to be handled carefully, the last thing I want is to give the Sub some power. Also it gets boring after a while. Okay, not all exposure subs begging for attention are the same, if an exposure sub submits to a Doms superiority a relation can be developed like..
⊠Sub is tributing for you attention
⊠Sub is promoting his master
⊠Sub I getting mindfucked by his master and is showing his respect by tributing
I am sure there are more elements that can be added here, so comment or share experiences (let focus on he positive ones here).
I thought of a lighthearted proposal for the community which will serve the twofold purpose of getting to know people a bit better, whilst making it amusing and entertaining for me.
The idea is simple:
I want you to confess a secret, a dark fetish, a guilty pleasure, or a filthy fantasy to me.
These be can be either things that have happened to you already (e.g. I regularly use vegetables for sexual gratification), or kinks and fantasies that you hope you will experience one day (e.g. I want to have sex with my boyfriendâs dad).
The mechanism to do this is simple and inspired by the traditional fortune cookies, which normally contain a piece of paper with a hidden message inside đ„ .
You shall go into my profile > tribute > send gift > food & d***k
and select the item which resembles a fortune cookie the most: the croissant đ„.
The process to transform a simple and boring croissant into a much more exciting âcrois-sinâ takes place by using the âmessageâ field at the bottom of the screen where you can type your confession.
All messages need to start with the word âcrois-sin đ„đâ, followed by your darkest deeds and fantasies.
You may opt to click the âsend private giftâ toggle, so that only I will be able to see it, or send it publicly, so that your crois-sin will be seen by everyone on the platform.
With the latest changes to the tips transfer system recently introduced in the site, everyone can play the game and take part on the proposal⊠so letâs get baking, guys, and letâs hear about your deepest and darkest sins đ„đ.
There is a tradition dating back to the 1900s that EVERY single Spanish person observes on New Yearâs Eve (NYE) at midnight.
People all over the country congregate around town halls, squares, and churches, or they turn on their TVs at home with a small pack of grapes with them (twelve, to be precise đ).
Each and every time that the town hallâs or the churchâs bell tolls at 00:00 on the 1st January, we proceed to eat one of the grapes đ.
The twelve grapes represent the months of the calendar year. People make a wish as they eat each grape, which is meant to bring good luck for the coming year đ.
Another tradition observed in NYE consists of wearing a piece of red underwear to bring good luck in love and sex life â€ïž.
It is also common to toast with a glass of champagne at midnight and drop a piece of golden jewellery inside the glass for good luck in finances đđ„.
Of course, it has also become very common to set off fireworks at midnight, albeit this is a much wider spread custom globally (and pups are not very appreciative of it!)đ.
Traditions like these are important because they provide a sense of belonging and community.
No matter what peopleâs personal circumstances are, the whole country comes together to perform these rituals in unison, and they somehow help bringing us together, which I think is beautiful.
Owned Fags is a place that also has the power of bringing people together as a community.
Take the time over the coming days to appreciate that and, if you are running out of ideas about how to strengthen that bond, feel free to use the exact same practices I described:
Send a basket of fruit, a glass of wine, or 120 tips to your Master to represent the grapes.
Open a bottle of champagne and drop some gold inside from the âpremiumâ or the âjewelleryâ section for your Alpha.
Cover the newsfeed with jockstraps (they are not red, but needs must), and throw some confetti from the âmiscellaneousâ section instead of fireworks.
But overall, appreciate the company and time of your kinky peers, regardless of whether if you are a sub or a Dom, and have a wonderful 2022, my dearest deviants.
Some Masters understand quickly (i hope) but you need to explain them for a long time (sigh...)
Here is my answer to a Master who sent me a 5000 target.
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Dear Sir, Your target request was labelled "Show me you understand that I'm the number one Master".
1) I am owned. That means the number one Master is not You but my Owner.Target request rejected.
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