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@dumblockedjock
As a faggot, some of my most rewarding experiences serving Men have not involved sex. Indeed, this is what is often misunderstood by many faggots and Men alike - being a faggot isn’t really about being gay or having sex with Men; being a faggot is about serving, worshipping, and obeying Men.
I have found great satisfaction when faithfully serving a Man by being His footrest on many occasions. Being a place for Him to rest His feet - serving Him as little more than furniture - purely an object that exists for His use and enjoyment is among the highest forms of service and subservience a faggot can provide to a Man.
In addition to reinforcing a faggot’s place, purpose, and role - and a faggot’s duty to serve, worship, and obey Men - being used as an object (and often deprived of the privilege to serve the Man sexually) can be deeply degrading and humiliating for the faggot.
This degradation and humiliation may be uncomfortable for me as a faggot, I nonetheless derive satisfaction in knowing that my debasement is pleasing to the Man.
And, after all, His pleasure is what matters most.
So, while as a faggot I of course am always eager to be serve Men sexually, I am ever grateful to serve, worship, and obey Men however, wherever, whenever, and with whoever. If that means spending hours on all fours to provide a Man a place to rest His feet while watching the game with His Buddies, or cleaning His house, doing His laundry, running errands for Him, or whatever else - His wish is my command and I will obey with gratitude.
the freshman get trained.
yeah bro.
Too lost to turn back and too dumb to notice the shadows methodically closing in…you stumble over the remnants of some primitive trap left by locals. Had you deducted that YOU were the prize game being hunted, you might’ve avoided being strung up by your wrists in the deep forest. Soon as they’re satisfied with the hunt they’re gonna drag you off in chains to make you the new centerpiece of their depraved little town.
Hiking alone…captured n’ socks stripped…totally fucked!
He raced home well before sundown to beat the strict new curfew in effect. Unfortunately the town’s hired wranglers were already out patrolling…eager to snag enough unwilling fresh meat to hit their weekly quotas…
Lads from the nearby town often risked wandering through the forbidden zone at night. They’ve all heard the tales of young guys disappearing into the forest never to be seen or heard from again…though locals claim that on certain nights you can hear muffled screams on the wind over the Eastern river. Nights like tonight. Supposedly…
Bro and two friends...cocky as ever…set off down the valley trail during a full moon, convinced the lifelong warnings were just an urban legend. Big mistake! After just a mile in the wind picked up and Bro heard a crackling in the bush. Creepy. He whirled around to realize his buddies were gone without a trace! “Guys!?” But the shadows were aggressively closing in, and he learned right then the forbidden zone freaks weren’t just some myth. They were being hunted in the dark.
Outnumbered and outmuscled, the freaks rough the lads up real good before strippin’ their feet bare…sneakers n’ rancid socks peeled off slow!! Then all 3 strung up taut with their fluffy pits on display. “So weird…Pits? And why the bare feet??” Bro was panicked. It all clicked once they abruptly ganged up like wild animals and began tickling the absolute shit out of his pleading sobbing best friends. Feet, thighs, pits, nipples, ribs...they shrieked with giggles as a dozen greedy hands worked them over. Bro knew he was next and couldn’t fucking believe it…he’s gonna be tickled and tormented till he’s drooling mad!! Nobody even knew they were out here…these unlucky Broz are nothing but fresh meat!!
"You like socks?" "No" "Yes?" "No!" "Yes?" "No!" "Well that's great that you do, because I've got a sock for you" "No no no no no" "Let me use some tape to make sure you don't lose your present. Much better. You good buddy? What's that? I can't understand you so I'm gonna take that as a yes."
There. Now we can tie the other stinking one over your nose. I'm gonna teach you to LEARN to like 'em. Soon enough you'll be begging me to suck and sniff my stinking sweaty socks. everyday.