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That's right faggot whatever I tell you to do you make sure you hold my stinking sweaty feet up off the floor. The only time they go near the floor is when I tell you for you to lay down and I use your face as their footstool. Now come on we're going to practice a little bit more cuz the guys will be over soon and you're be spending your whole night servicing them just like you're serving me now you perverted disgusting fuck pig.
So every day the company faggot has to worship a pair of our stinky sweaty pairs of army socks. Today they're mine. You'll rotate through the whole company's. You'll even get used to the taste and smell of whose they are. This is how you'll spend after chow until lights out. You didn't think we were going to let a dirty faggot be with us in our company and be treated like a human being, did you? We're thinking about keeping you like this all night. We'll talk about it tonight while you lay here and suck down all my dirty sweaty sock juice.
Straight-curious
He's your personal trainer, But from the way you looked at him, he understood very quickly what you wanted. He takes control of more than your workout now, he's the owner of that muscle ass you're building after all.
“It’s for your own good, dude. Just imagine if the rest of the frat heard your screams while I’m balls deep inside of you. Once they see you’ve taken a man’s cock, and let him pump his load in you, they’ll all want to stick their raw cocks into your new cunt. ”
thank you for thinking of me, Sir.
wonder if it’s better if they see him with a dirty sock in his mouth?
About to enjoy a mug of fresh warm recycled beer. May just have to have another when I finish this one.
In my earlier years, I used to serve a Man who loved to humiliate me in public. He was gay and would regularly take me to local gay bars. He’d have me strip down to just my jockstrap and socks, attach a collar and leash, and lead me around the bar - offering me up to every Man He encountered.
One of His favorite things to do was take His empty pint glass and stand at the entrance to the toilets and asking Folks if They would be willing to donate Their piss to “this thirsty faggot”
One Man after another would fill up the pint glass again and again, and once full, He’d command me to empty the pint down my throat. I’d down 3 or 4 easily over the course of an hour. Then, at some point, I’d want to take a piss (after all, I’d been drinking large volumes of liquid). It was at this point when His cruelty would meld with my humiliation.
He’d order me to take off my socks - the socks I’d been wearing all night, without sneakers, walking on the dirty bar and bathroom floors - and hold them up to show me and anyone else who was watching how dirty and grubby they’d become. They were always brown or black on the soles and He’d stuff each one in the pint glass with a theatrical flourish before instructing me to fill the glass.
So I’d stand there, in front of everyone, pull out my penis, and proceed to piss into the glass. I’d piss the piss of all the Men whose piss I had already imbibed, and then I would be told to drink Their piss all over again - only now distilled through my kidneys and steeped in the dirt of the bar and toilets.
I’d choke it all down and, once drained, be permitted to put on my socks again - only now soaked in piss.
He was indeed cruel and delighted in humiliating me - and I’m grateful that my humiliation brought Him pleasure and thank Him still for the opportunity to serve, worship, and obey Him.
Hmmmm…..someone’s not gonna be sleeping much longer :-)
As a young faggot, I did many things as a faggot that would be considered shameful by normal Humans.
For example, during my second year at university, my roommate would regularly get drunk and pass out in His bed - wearing only His briefs.
On these occasions I would often crawl into His bed and position myself between His legs. I’d stay therefore hours - my face inches from His ass and crotch - simply breathing in the pungent scent of His ripe ass and musky balls.
Eventually He caught me and told me He’d report me to the housing office if I did it again. I obeyed and was left sniffing His dirty laundry instead. He said He was cool with me doing that so long as o did His laundry in the process.
It was a privilege to serve Him.
Hell yes I would
As a faggot, I’ve always been fortunate to serve, worship, and obey dominant, powerful Men.
When I lived abroad in the UK I rented a one bedroom flat. Being the faggot that I am I immediately placed a flat share advert offering a free bedroom.
I had a fairly decent response resulting in about 8 Men coming to view the flat. All were confused about why I’d be offering a free bedroom - the only bedroom - in a nice flat, in a nice neighborhood, and wondered where I would be sleeping. I explained to all of Them that I preferred to live with Others and, if I was inviting Them to stay with me, it was only right that They should have the bedroom as They were my guest.
Most were weirded out by this and figured there were strings; however, two of the Men asked me this directly and, as a dutiful faggot, I replied that there were no strings attached and explained that I enjoyed “serving the needs of Others” and would welcome the opportunity to serve Them during Their stay.
Only one of the Men seemed to apprehend what I was intimating, and I never heard back from the other Man. But that one Man accepted the free bedroom on the spot and moved in that evening.
He was in His mid-20s and was working as a line chef at a local restaurant. He said He wasn’t making much money, had been living out of His car, and didn’t mind living with others - especially as an alternative to His car.
On that first night, as I helped Him unpack and get settled, He remarked “I’m not gay and don’t get into that kinda thing, but I’m cool with it if you’re that way…are you?”
I paused and chose my words carefully: “that’s cool. I’m definitely into Guys, but wouldn’t say I’m exactly what You’d call gay - I’m something kinda different I guess.”
He said nothing at first and kept unpacking. But then He stopped and asked, “what the fuck does that mean, mate? What are you then?”
I felt nervous and concerned this was happening so soon after His moving in, but replied truthfully: “I guess I’m what You’d call a faggot. I am submissive and inferior to Men like You - well, all Men really - and my highest purpose is to serve, worship, and obey Men. It is just my nature.”
I paused before continuing “So, that’s the real reason why You have the bedroom…it would be ridiculous and absurd for me to place my own comfort ahead of You - a Man - and while I wouldn’t ever expect or demand anything from You, if there are ways I can please You or serve Your needs, I am duty-bound to obey and will be grateful for the opportunity to do so.”
He didn’t say much at first but eventually just said, “Okay. Cool I guess. You do your thing - as long as it doesn’t affect me I cool with whatever.”
That was it for about a week.
But then I began to notice small changes in His behavior. He began to put his dirty laundry into my hamper. He stopped cleaning up after Himself. He left towels on the floor and wouldn’t flush after using the toilet.
Of course, I was more than happy to do His laundry and would placed His clean and folded clothing on His bed. I was grateful to clean up after Him, pick up His towels and replace them with fresh towels, and flush the toilet after Him.
Within two weeks of moving in He had begun to assert Himself further - telling me what to pick up for Him at the market, inviting His friends over without letting me know, and taking over the whole flat.
A week later, He told me that He’d really enjoy breakfast and a fresh cup of tea in bed in the morning; He didn’t order me to do this, but I understood and obeyed. When I delivered His breakfast the next morning she complained to me about the long hours in the kitchen, on His feet all day, and said His feet were killing Him. Of course, I offered to massage His feet and He quickly agreed.
So there I was, three weeks in, kneeling at the foot of His bed, massaging His bare feet as He munched on the breakfast I had prepared for Him. I was in faggot heaven! I was so grateful and appreciative for the opportunity to have a Man I could serve, worship, and obey, and I looked forward to my continued and future servitude.
Within a month, He had fully accepted me for what I am and had begun to address me as “fag” or “faggot” whenever addressing me. He had fully embraced His superiority and dominion over me and had no qualms commanding me as He pleased.
Then, one Monday morning, He walked into the kitchen wearing only a heavily worn tank top - stained with what looked to be dried cum and stinking of His sweat and masculine body scent - and nothing else. His dick was at half mast.
I couldn’t help myself - I was transfixed - as I hadn’t had the privilege of seeing His cock until that very moment. It was uncut, long and thick. I may have actually been drooling.
He literally poked at me and asked, “so are you any good at sucking dick?”
Indeed, I was.
He stayed at His place for another year and a half, during which time He availed Himself of my holes regularly (telling me, and eventually His friends, that it was preferable to jerking off).
And indeed, He introduced His Friends to His faggot and would regularly send me over to one of His Friends to perform my duties - whatever these might be - from housecleaning, cooking, massage, or a warm wet hole for Them to use and enjoy.
During His final months, He took particular delight in using me while watching the footie on TV - using me severally as a footrest, a beer runner, foot massager, and urinal (“come here, faggot…open your faghole, I gotta piss and I don’t want to miss the play”.)
Eventually He found a new job working at a Michelin starred restaurant in Cornwall and had to move out. Happily, He gifted me to a Buddy who promptly moved in and took His place.
It’s good to be a faggot.
During my last year in boarding school, I had a major crush on my Roommate. It was obvious to Him (and pretty much Everyone else) that I was a faggot and was desperate to serve, worship, and obey Him.
Unbeknownst to most, however, was the fact that He had been availing Himself of my services for most of the term.
He always woke up with morning wood - His hard cock staring against His briefs - and almost every morning He would pull back His comforter to reveal His bulging briefs and tell me to come over. I’d obey immediately and, crawling underneath the comforter, I would position myself between His legs.
I could smell His sweat and stink from a night under the sheets and would begin to nuzzle His hard cock through His briefs. It would twitch as I wrapped my lips around His cotton wrapped cockhead.
He’d be leaking precum by this point and I’d suck its flavor through the damp spot in the cotton before He would slide the briefs down to unleash His impressive dick. I could feel the heat radiating from it as my tongue licked a pearl of His delicious precum from the slit of His penis.
Moments later, my throat would engulf the full length and girth of His erection - bury His cock balls deep - as my lips pressed against His wiry pubes. He’d grab the back of my head with both hands and begin pumping - thrusting His shaft deeply - first slowly, and then with growing intensity.
I remained in position, motionless, as He used me like so many masturbation toys. I was little more than a sentient fleshlight and He used me as the object I was and am to this day.
Soon, I would feel His thighs begin to strain and tighten against me. The tempo of His thrusts - and their intensity - would increase, causing saliva and throat mucous to pour from my open mouth. I could taste it as copious volume of His precum leaked down my throat. He would begin to koan softly.
Then, in a crescendo of pure pleasure, He’d let loose a much louder moan as His cock erupted in orgasm and a flood of His precious cum filled my mouth. His body would shudder as His cock pulsated and spasmed with ejaculation.
I would swallow down every last drop and, only when His last drop of seed had been spilled, and His grip released from the back of my head, would I slide my throat off His spent cock.
There were no words. He would pull up His briefs and head to the shower. I crawl back into my bed, savor the taste of His cock and cum, and jerk off before heading to the shower myself.
I really miss boarding school!
Moet je zien
I was surprised and excited when I received the call. I had submitted my details to the email address in the posting despite being almost certain it was a hoax, or worse, a scam.
The post read as follows:
“OPEN CALL FOR FAGGOTS: 2026 World Cup is coming to North America and national teams from across the globe will be training and competing in cities near you! Faggots must do their duty and be available to serve, worship, and obey these world class athletes. Submit your details and contact to the email address below for consideration. If selected to serve, you will be contacted with instructions.”
I got the call two weeks before the first matches and was instructed to travel to an address in North Carolina. When I arrived, I was directed to the locker room and was told to strip down to my jockstrap and sneakers and wait there until needed.
I waited for over 4 hours before the first player walked in. He was still drenched in sweat from training as He sat down on the bench and pulled off His boot. He placed His leg onto the bench - His socked foot inches from my face - and then , in a thick accent, said “you do it, yes?” and pointed to his foot.
The stink emanating from His feet was pungent and intoxicating for a faggot like me. I immediately began to massage His foot - burying my nose into His sole - and breathing His scent deep into my lungs. His sock felt damp against my nose and lips as I continued to worship and massage His foot. I couldn’t resist placing His sock-covered toes into my mouth and sucked as I continued the massage.
After a few minutes, I peeled off His sock and, after pressing it to my face and inhaling its scent, returned to my worship with vigor. I tongued every centimeter of His sweaty foot clean as I continued to massage His foot - again returning to sucking His toes.
Soon I noticed the player had become aroused and was stroking His cock through His nylon shorts. I looked up and gestured to His cock and pointed to my mouth. He nodded and pulled down the waistband of His shorts to reveal His impressive uncut cock.
I immediately repositioned myself and began my oral service. He moaned and I could taste the saltiness of His precum as it leaked from the tip of His penis. Within minutes, He erupted down my throat as I struggled to gulp down His copious loads of cum.
When He had been fully drained, he sighed deeply, patted me on the head, said thank you, and left. Moments later, he returned with 3 other players - I had passed the interview and now it was time for me to get to work!
