He endured hell. At 14, Alex was caught in a horrifying trap, abused and used. But from the depths of that trauma, he found a twisted path to healing. Now, this brave soul is pulling back the curtain, revealing how BDSM became his unexpected salvation, transforming him from a victim into a power bottom who thrives on consensual surrender.
Fourteen days ago, Jessie Forest ripped open his soul, telling us about the two years of unspeakable abuse he endured between the ages of 14 and 16. It was the embrace of BDSM and a genuine Master, met after he turned 16, that became his unexpected path to processing that raw trauma. Some might think Jessie’s story is a rare, isolated horror. But here at KINKFINITY, we know better. I’ve connected with too many young boys, drawn to kink, who carry the heavy chains of past abuse. They rarely speak of it, and who can blame them?
But this can’t remain a taboo. Shining a light on these experiences isn’t just about healing for these brave boys; it’s about igniting awareness in all of us. It’s about recognizing that what these predators inflict on young souls isn’t BDSM—it’s sick, deplorable abuse by pedophiles. That’s why I’m incredibly proud and relieved that Alex, another young man scarred by his past, has reached out to speak openly about the hell he survived in his youth.
MasterMarc: Tell us, how long has that delicious kink been coursing through your veins, and what ignited that fire?
Alex: It has been 6 years since I started really getting into my kinky side. Warning: proceed at your own risk. I was 15, hung by my wrists from a car lift, blindfolded. My feet were cuffed to a metal bar that kept my legs spread wide. I had one guy stroking me, while another was behind me rimming me. It wasn’t my first kinky experience, but I remember it as the first time I realized that I enjoyed being at someone else’s mercy. They jerked and rimmed, sometimes switching off to other guys ’til I finally came.
MasterMarc: How does a 15-year-old find himself in such a situation, used as a sex toy?
Alex: Small town boy, sheltered all his life, new school in a big city, didn’t realize he was getting in with the wrong kind when a senior starts being friendly. I was glad to have a friend, he asked if I wanted to hang out one night after school. I said yeah, snuck out after my parents went to bed. He took me for a ride, drove around for awhile, said lets go to a party. I said ok. He drove me to this guy’s house and walked me inside, and then went back to the car cause he “forgot his phone” and left. He traded me for a drug debt. The guy was a pedo, I was 14.
I’d told my “friend” a lot of stuff, like which middle school my little brother went to, where my mom worked, just in normal conversation. They used that to control me.
MasterMarc: You said they used that intimate information to control you. How did those threats twist your reality and chain you to their will?
Alex: At first they said they’d kill me if I tried to tell anyone or disobeyed them. After about 6 months they broke my resolve, I stopped caring if they killed me or not, then they started threatening my family, my mom, and my little brother. They said if I disobeyed or cost them money, they’d kill my family. I was terrified. And I told myself it was my fault, that I was to blame for my family being in danger, that everything that was happening was because of me.
MasterMarc: Why did you believe these ‘friends’ would unleash such horrors upon you or your family? What made their monstrous threats so believable?
Alex: Because I was 14, my parents “protected” me from all the bad things in the world. So when it came to this, I was completely unprepared. I was afraid of them because I knew at least one of them was a local sheriff. And if there was a cop threatening to kill me with a gun to my head, I believed him.
Healing in the Hardcore: Reclaiming Submission
MasterMarc: As kids, we swallow a lot of lies. You told us that at 15, you finally had a BDSM experience you truly enjoyed. Tell us, what made that moment—where you were once again helpless and utterly delivered—a good one, a stark contrast to the living hell you’d endured before?
Alex: They tried to break me. They wanted me to believe that I was worth nothing more than what they told me I was worth. Eventually I believed them. I believed that I was no more than a hole for fucking, a toy built for amusement. I had to convince myself that this was my life now. That particular night was the first time someone told me otherwise. The men who dominated me that night used me, but they didn’t abuse me. They showed me how to enjoy it.
MasterMarc: Unfurl the details, boy. How did they unlock pleasure in a place that had only known pain? What was the radical difference that night?
Alex: I knew it was an auto repair shop cause I could smell the new tires, the oil, the gasoline. They had driven me there blindfolded and led me inside. They didn’t take off the blindfold ’til after the door was closed. They told me exactly what they were going to do to me before they even started taking my clothes off, and then they asked if that was alright. Nobody had ever asked my opinion before. They stripped me, but left my socks and shoes to protect my feet from the floor. They cuffed my forearms together with long leather cuffs, he explained these took the pressure off my wrists. Long story short, they treated me like an actual person, and gave me reasons to enjoy it, like edging. He told me why people do edging and taught me the signs to watch for to know when to stop. And after they had all cum and they let me down to the floor, they threw a blanket over a low workbench and put me on it on all 4, then started taking turns fingering, massaging my prostate and explaining that. And then one guy did ask me if they could fuck me and i said yeah so they fucked me til i came. They let me take a shower, helped me get dressed and had me blindfolded and ready to go when the car came to get me.
I enjoyed it because they talked to me and made conversation. Being treated like an object is nice when you know it’s just roleplay, but everyone wants to be treated like a person at some point.
The Sacred Code of Submission
MasterMarc: So, communication was the searing difference. Beyond that, what other vital elements must be present for you to truly surrender and thrive in your slave role today?
Alex: This isn’t kinky, but the most important thing for me is respect. As a boy who has been in way too many situations where the person who claimed me as their boy didn’t respect me as another person, I understand how quickly things can turn sour for the bottom. You can roleplay master/slave all you want, but always remember that no matter what, that is still another person.
MasterMarc: You began your kinky journey twisted by long-term abuse. Why do you continue to embrace BDSM now, with the profound shift that you consent to these intense situations? Is there a part of you that still believes you deserve it?
Alex: Honestly, I think part of me still thinks I deserve to be treated that way. I became a man pleaser because when I made guys happy and did what they said, they would tell my “masters” good things, give them more money, and my “masters” would reward me. So that flowed over into the rest of my life, now I’m just a submissive kind of person. I always do as I’m told, I never have an opinion I just let life do with me what it wants.
MasterMarc: Do you truly revel in being a man-pleaser, or is there a part of you that aches to shed that intense desire?
Alex: It can make life hard sometimes. I have dreams, of how I wanted my life to go, but I can never get past the stage of always being someone’s toy. If I could just stop being like this I would, but I can’t.
MasterMarc: But do you find light, or even perverse joy, in the man you’ve become?
Alex: I do!
MasterMarc: I ask because I would never use a boy who doesn’t truly relish his slave role. For me, as a Master, consent and a true win-win are paramount. So, what do you, the slave, get back? What delicious satisfaction floods you when you serve men?
Alex: Their satisfaction, the pride in knowing I was a good boy that made my “master” happy, and he enjoyed having me. As long as my dominant is satisfied I’m satisfied.
My Kinky Truths: Playful Pups & Exhibitionist Thrills
MasterMarc: Let’s get deliciously specific: what kinks and fetishes truly make you ache with desire?
Alex: I mostly enjoy BDSM related experiences such as Bondage, CBT, E-Stim, and many other things like that. I prefer to play slave, puppy play is fun too when done right. Exhibitionism is another thing I’m into that plays a big part in a lot of my experiences.
MasterMarc: You mentioned puppy play. What does it take for it to be truly “done right”—a playful, exhilarating romp, not a painful echo of the past?
Alex: Having been in a lot of bad situations, I’ve had guys actually treat me like I’m their pet, and they clearly didn’t love their pets. I’ve been chained to a post outside, nude, with my hands in pup paws, in the middle of January. I’ve been forced to eat actual dog food, for weeks at a time and only dog food. When it’s play, it’s fun, it’s when the Dom starts looking at their boy as an animal, that it’s being done wrong.
MasterMarc: What kind of men ignite your fire? What qualities make you crave their touch, their command?
Alex: As a bottom I don’t really have a preference. Young, old, fat, skinny, doesn’t really matter to me. As a top I’m really partial to twinks, skinny, young guys. Height doesn’t really matter, it would be weird topping someone taller than me, but I guess it doesn’t matter when he’s on his back right?
My Hottest Moment: Primal Pride
MasterMarc: Lay it all bare! What’s been your hottest, most unforgettable experience to date?
Alex: My hottest experience was probably my first time at a pride parade. It was Charlotte Pride, 2014. My Master had told me to meet at his house the day before so he could prepare me. I didn’t know what he meant but I did as he said. First, he fitted me with a black and red pup mask, a black full torso halter strap harness, a red jockstrap that matched the pup mask, long red and white Adidas socks, and black Adidas high tops. With a very large black tail plug, then he spent 2 hours edging me, and locked me into a tiny black chastity cage.
When he took me to the pride event the next day it was the most awkward thing I’d ever done. But eventually I realized nobody was going to know who I was, and once I did, it was so much fun hanging out with my Master, letting him pull me around, wandering off once or twice because I’m a rebel and he dropped the leash to pay for something. Being naked and exposed in front of all those people was the hottest feeling ever.
Dreams of Naked Recklessness
MasterMarc: Beyond what you’ve already tasted, what dark, delicious dreams are you still aching to explore?
Alex: I’ve already experienced all the things I wanted to try as far as BDSM goes, but there are a few things the exhibitionist in me would like to try. Of course, all of these things will be done nude: Cliff jumping, snowboarding, being caught out in public without something covering my face… I’m really gonna have to build up my courage for the last one.
MasterMarc: Tell us, what’s the undeniable pull of being exposed and embracing exhibitionism for you? What raw feelings course through you in those moments?
Alex: It’s the risk of being caught. I’m a preacher’s kid, so when I was younger my parents were very strict. Don’t do anything dangerous, act like a good boy, smile, speak when spoken to, be the model you’re supposed to be. As I got more into the more sexual side of myself I started to do more things that I knew my parents would hate, being outside, nude, exposed, vulnerable. The idea of doing something completely on my own, the risk of maybe being seen, never mind the fact that my mother would be livid if she knew.
At first, I was constantly looking over my shoulder to see if someone was coming, praying I wouldn’t actually be seen. Now, who cares, what are they gonna do? Yell? Besides, being naked in front of complete strangers is always so hot, like when I meet up with a new guy.
Alex has given us a raw, unflinching look into his journey, transforming past trauma into a powerful, consensual exploration of his deepest desires. His story highlights the profound difference between abuse and the healing power of true BDSM.
What aspects of Alex’s experience resonated with you? Did his bravery inspire you, or spark thoughts about the importance of consent and boundaries in our community? Share your comments below.
