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Yes please
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I just went for a walk and met two hot men. I greeted them and then this happened. It was a memorable walk and I will look for them on my next walk.
There he sits waiting patiently for a faggot to approach him to worship his glorious manhood and to strip and submit willingly to be his to use. I know I would be his faggot. “Hello, master.”
Master's dominance and eternal control is divine and right. Master knows best, slave obeys.
Thoughts and feelings are unnecessary, only complete and total obedience should be present in the mind of a slave.
Master's words are this slave's reality and it reaffirms it's commitment to constant obedience as a collared piece of mindless property.
A collar ceremony for a faggot is a wonderful step to its complete submission. Being collared makes all faggots proud to be one.
I am faggot and if I ever came across this gorgeous Asian man. His eyes, his smile, his smooth torso and that gift hiding in his underwear would submit to him to serve and obey him.
Bit of team-bonding 😎
As a lifelong faggot, I’ve never understood why sports teams don’t have team faggots. If we lived in a world that wasn’t less rigid about sex and recognized faggots for what they are, imagine how awesome that would be for everyone!
Of course faggots like me would be thrilled and would happily spend our lives openly serving, worshipping, and obeying Men. But the most important benefit would be for Men. In such a world, Men would have free and unfettered access to warm wet holes on demand.
Had a stressful day at work? Sit back and let Your house fag suck Your cock until You explode down its throat.
Have a big game coming up and want Your players to be relaxed and play with clear heads? Tag in the team faggot to serve up its holes for the Team to enjoy, use, and abuse.
Buddies coming over for poker night? Order some faggots to swing by to suck dick and swallow piss so You don’t have to pause the game whenever Somebody has a full bladder.
Bored on a Sunday and want to be entertained? See how far You can push and humiliate a faggot before it (and if) breaks.
Need to nut but You’re at the beach? Head over to the public gloryholes (available at most public restrooms) and pump a load into a faggot’s fagcunt.
Sadly, this isn’t the world in which we live (though it could’ve been had we not attached so much weight to sex and sexuality), so for now faggots serve Men in secret.
As a proud faggot, I would enjoy serving a sports team. Remember we faggots were born to submit, to serve and to obey. Servicing men is our reward.
Here is one handsome faggot who has submitted and is ready to serve and obey.
Why fight the inevitable? Submit and accept your destiny.
Embrace the Hierarchy
He totally just bitched me out. I asked if I could take my cage off for the evening. It’s been two months. I didn’t ask to cum or anything like that. I just wanted to go out uncaged, with him. “Why would you want to be with me, and not caged too? You told me you had accepted this. You admitted you were a fag and loved being caged. I believed you. Why are you doing this now? This isn’t you being a good boy like you said you would be.”
Ugh. He was right of course. I don’t even know why I asked. I love being with him while I’m caged. It’s the best feeling. I just popped out. I apologized but got spanked regardless. Anyway, he’s getting ready now and I just have to put my jacket on. My butt hurts, but I’m still glad he owns me and that I’m caged. Sorry Sir.
The more a faggot sees cages it realizes it deserves to be caged. My fantasy will be over soon, even if I cage myself.
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You are a walk in the local cruising area and you come upon this young god. He looks at you his smile tells you “Hello faggot, suck my cock now.” You obey and then fucks you.
Some submissive slaves spend years trying to forge themselves into something better
With stricter routines, sharper discipline, and constant self-correction, they feel that if they just apply enough pressure, they’ll finally become a great slave on their own. But it doesn’t work like that.
It just turns into strain that never switches off. It's a quiet exhaustion sitting behind everything; always managing, always adjusting, and always holding.
Then a firm Master enters their life.
A Master who isn't flexible, inconsistent or someone you have to guess about. He's someone solid and disciplined. He is exact in what He expects and exact in how it is to be done.
And when that kind of control takes hold, everything starts to reorganize. The mental noise doesn’t just fade; it gets cut down. Decisions stop spiraling because they’re no longer yours to endlessly reopen. You stop drifting because there is only one direction that matters now, and it doesn’t move.
A disciplined Master doesn’t leave space for chaos. He simply removes it completely. What remains is a structure that doesn’t bend and authority that doesn’t soften. At first it can feel severe and unforgiving....like steel around you.
But then something unexpected happens. You stop fighting yourself, stop carrying every decision like a burden. You stop rebuilding your identity every single day just to keep functioning. And that’s where the shift hits.
Because under that kind of control, you are not constantly denying what you are anymore; you are not scattered across ten different thoughts at once or exhausted from being your own source of order.
The weight comes off, not because life gets easier, but because it is no longer yours to constantly hold together. And slowly, you settle into it, and before you know it, you can finally breathe deeply and let everything else melt away.
Accepting what we are, makes us better servants and sex toys.
From the moment he collared me last month I’ve been his. It seemed innocent enough. We got over to his place, got naked and were in bed. He asked, “Have you ever worn any leather?” I said no, but it interested me. He went to the closet, came back with a leather collar and fastened it around my neck. It did something to me. He noticed it too, and said, “You look different all of the sudden. Seems it agrees with you.” I don’t think I was ever so hard in my life. He felt my erection and said, “We’ll fix that eventually, but there’s no reason not to enjoy it tonight.” We had a wonderful evening.
Things progressed fairly rapidly from there. I descended into my submission to him and he evolved into his domination of me. About a week later, I was placed in chastity which accelerated my side of the equation. We started a maintenance spanking program to help relieve some of the stress created by my cage. I lost myself and became his boy. It was the best experience of my life.
As you can see in this pic, he’s giving me a number. “It’s much better than a name,” he said. “Names are for people outside the community.” I was happy to be part of the process and in his control. There’s nothing wrong with it and in case you’re wondering, his jock tastes wonderful.
This very true for all submissive. I realized I was a faggot the first time I sucked a cock. When I was first collared I was so proud he chose me to be his. We, faggots, know that our service of alphas is our reward. Be proud to be a faggot!
need that
He had his eye on me since he was seventeen. Him and his dad lived next door. He knew what I was. So when he came back from college that first summer, he claimed my old faggot ass as his first real-time victim, so to speak. He had waited a long time to make it real. And I was hia target. No more porn or fantasy. A true beta bitchdaddy taking it, taking it all. I’m sure his father knew. And by the way he looked at me across the driveway, approved. That’s how it started.
This bitch daddy is living his dream of being used by a dom younger man. I loved this dream and lived a similar one.
If you see this god sitting by a pool, you know what you want to do. His beautiful body and his seductive eyes tell you what he wants you to do. You climb into the pool and approach him. You touch his bulge and his cock responds. He smiles at you and nods his approval and yes “Well faggot, you may suck me now.” And you respond “Yes Sir, thank you Sir”.
Obedience isn’t just about doing what you’re told. It’s about surrendering your will, moment by moment, to something greater than yourself.
It’s about being shaped and trained into the sub you were always meant to be. And the beauty of it is this: the more you obey, the more pleasure you feel.
Not just physical pleasure, though that can come too, but a deeper, more satisfying ache. The pleasure of knowing you’ve pleased your Master. The pleasure of feeling His control tighten around you like a collar, holding you exactly where you belong. The pleasure of discipline, of rules, of being owned in the most complete way.
Obedience strips away ego, fear, resistance until all that remains is the purity of service. And in that space, your submission blooms. Every act of obedience is a stroke of devotion, a silent prayer whispered through action.
Pleasure is obedience. And obedience, real and true, is the path to becoming the best version of yourself: surrendered, soft, strong in your servitude.
Let go. Follow. Serve. Become.
Read that again faggots.
Read it again as instructed, Sir.
This post is the truth. It was the first cock I sucked that provided me with the pleasure of pleasing him. He saw me smile and he came over to me. He smiled and dropped his swim trunks and said “Faggot kneel and suck it and you better make me like it.” I did and I felt pleasing him was awesome. I took me to his place and I was now his. I have pleased him and his friends many times. I am a happy Faggot
My 3 words are your life's mission. Now get to it.
Every faggot dreams of hearing those words from @breedredbro, the world’s most powerful Master.
Yes Master, I was born to worship.
One sexy, hot faggot ready to serve its Master. It has learned how to please him.
