How had it come to this? It was only a month ago when Eric, the head of the campus young Republicans club, had caught me sniffing his dirty underwear in the locker rooms. After he’d had a laugh at the sight of me, the head of the campus democrats club, trying and failing to hide my tiny erection Eric had made me follow him back to his apartment. It was there that he began to train me. For the past 4 weeks he had been using me however he pleased. I had kissed his feet, cleaned his armpit with my tongue, and worshiped his dick. All the while he told me this was my rightful place. That faggots only existed to serve real men and were too worthless for any other purpose. It only made me hotter, but I didn’t believe it. I still had some self-respect.
Until tonight. Tonight was the public debate between the young Republicans and the campus democrats. Before the debate Eric had texted me ‘my place. 10 minutes faggot.’ and I had rushed out the door leaving my notes behind to make sure I made it in time. When I got there Eric was waiting and when I saw him he pointed me toward the bathroom. The cocksure smirk on his face made my stomach jump with both fear and eager anticipation. He told me to kneel and I did so.
“Well, faggot, tonight's the night your training pays off. Tonight you were supposed to debate me on stage using your worthless democuck ideals. What you didn’t count on was that no disgusting queer like yourself can stand up to a real man. Before I caught you huffing my jock I was just planning to let you humiliate yourself as you tried to stammer your way through all your talking points. But now I have a much better idea.”
He walked toward me and pushed the red hat in my face. It was identical to the one I’d seen him wearing so many times before, but just a little newer.
“Tonight there will be no debate. Instead you are going to walk out there wearing this and admit to the audience that fags don’t deserve rights. You are going to tell them that the only thing that matters to homos is worshiping the Republican men who put you in your place.”
I looked up with fear in my eyes. There was no way I could do that. No matter how hot the words Eric was saying I still had values I believed in. Seeing my hesitation Eric continued speaking.
“Now, I’m not making you do this. I am giving you the choice. You can either humiliate yourself on stage tonight, or choose not to. If you choose not to, though, then you won’t get to choke yourself on my cock tonight. What's your choice, bitch?”
That was all? The choice was more difficult than I wanted but I could easily go without dick for a week. I held fast to my principles and prepared to stand up, but I was interrupted as he continued speaking.
“Oh, by the way. I should mention I haven’t showered for the past 3 days and I just got back from the gym so my balls are absolutely soaking in my cock-sweat right now.”
He leered down at me as he pulled the zipper of his pants down. The scent of Alpha Male balls hit me in the face instantly knocking me back to to my knees. Without hesitation I shoved my face into his open zipper and started snorting like a wild pig.
“Thats a good fag. You’ve finally learned your place is at the feet of a real man. Now everyone else is going to learn it as well.”
As I dug my nose into the crevice between his heavy testicles and his toned thighs the thick stench of man imprinted itself into my mind and I felt like I had achieved my life's purpose. In that moment I realized my decision had been made for me long before I had entered that apartment.
And faggots were born to submit.
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