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@findomslag
"You're weird, but your mom's hot and i like her a lot...
so, what's the deal, i let you "worship" my feet for 30 minutes and you let me meet her, talk nice about me and move away your cucky dad while i try to hook up with her?!
I guess we have a deal, weirdo"
Fuck those are flawless đ€€
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Lick those clean đ
Yes sir I will lick your soles clean
Reminder to faggots and betas alike, I don't need your money to fund my lifestyle. I'm fucking born with a silver spoon and I work professionally while also running my family business with my brothers. All your fag tax, contributions, gifts, and all that stuff are all donated to foundations and organizations meant to curb or repel your rights so you'll be even closer to live the life you deserve under the auspices of straight alpha men that own your whole existence. So yes, you actively funded your pathetic future with every single dollar you take out from your pocket. It must be nice for your little clit dick to actively participating in denying yourself rights that you know you don't deserve
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Notes: Some of yall are really geeking out to my content, you transport it to X and slap some captions thinking yall alpha LOL. I can see right through you boys, stay addicted to spread the messages.
He simply played guitar in his livestream, but apparently you drained your entire savings just from watching him and buying his worn, sweaty socks
I noticed a bunch of times that my laundry hamper in my closet had been moved around and sometimes some of the laundry had fallen on the floor. I'm pretty neat. So I got suspicious and set up the camera on my computer and left it open. And yeah faggot, I have some video of you going into my laundry and sniffing my dirty smelly sweaty socks. So this is what you're going to do from now on. When I'm home hanging out on my phone, my computer, watching TV, whatever, your face is going to serve as my foot stool for my sweaty stinking socked feet as long as I want. I might choke you with 'em and slap your face with them too, kick you in the balls and other stuff. You don't deserve the pleasure that you're getting from just sniffing 'em so I'm here to teach you a lesson every fucking day you dirty twisted perverted sock sniffing fag.
little brother was so desperate to be a part of our band, he was pretty much willing to do anything. I mean, he was so starry-eyed it only took a bit of convincing. I told he we wouldnât have much space in the van, and that Iâd have to make some adjustments if he wanted to come around with us.
heâs so small and flexible it was easy to push his knees to his chest and tie them there. I tied his hands to his legs too, so it looked like he was spreading himself open. I got some of the guys to help me wrapping him up, and he was protesting at first, but the gag and the blindfold worked a treat.
one of the guys got the bright idea to make a kind of handle on his back so we could carry him around like the instruments. someone else pointed out that if we used a tube we wouldnât have to unwrap it so it could eat. it forced its mouth open sorta like a cock, resting on its tongue.
little brother loved the tour, it loved being part of the band. we stowed it in the van with the instruments, left it backstage while we rocked out. with only its hole exposed, we got plenty of use out of our new cargo. we never had to pull over the van to piss either, had a warm, portable place to piss in.
it loved it so much, I mean, we never heard any complaints. I reckon the next tour is gonna be great
A beer after work
Young, rich and hot with the frame of a god. Spoiled from a young age.
Money got him into a good school. He bullied at least 3 other kids into quitting.
Started posting on social media early, getting a lot of fans and even more money.
Sells scam peptides to insecure losers.
Buys organs of people that struggle to pay rent and eats them.
Got an expensive car and tuned the motor so it's faster and makes more noise so that the idiots look.
Sees some guy who tries to get the bus just in time to make it to his slave job. Makes sure to film and humiliate him while driving.
Too rich to care about speeding tickets. Too hot and important to face consequences for running people over.
The world is yours to take fuck and devour brother
do what he says
I fucking own you. Youâre helpless and that hardening bulge shows me you prefer it that way. I thought you used to be like me - youâre good looking enough and got enough pussy. But no, turns out youâre a fag like the rest of the world. That means you get no rights, no choices, no identity. You belong to me now, accept it and thank me, fag.
It took some adjustment for Daniel. Letting a richer older man start looking after and grooming you seemed submissive at first. It went against his nature as a dominant top - a cocky gay part-time bartender. He didn't fuck with anyone over 35, for obvious reasons.
But this man who propositioned him... he was not attractive, not hung, Dan wouldn't have fucked him with four condoms on, but when a friend of a friend puts $5k on the bar in cash and invites you to a weekend at his beach house. Well Dan needed both the money and the vacation.
He was assured there was no sex involved, just wanted to treat such a handsome young man and show him the good life Dan deserved.
Dan arrived, and was offered a drink, shown around the sprawling mansion, and then went for a dip in the massive private pool. Wow this was a palace! Definitely different to the crowded apartment in the city he had to rent.
After the swim, the gentleman was sat poolside and asked to have a chat with Dan. A housekeeper brought over some fresh drinks. 'Oh here we go with the creep' thought Dan, but actually all the guy wanted to do was compliment him. He said how good looking Dan was, commented on the smooth tan skin, the bone structure, the strong aesthetic body - really boosting Dan's ego.
"I can't imagine how you're surviving in the city, Daniel. You look like a prince but are worked and kept like a dog. The idea of you tending bars, serving the common people... while living with slobs who don't see how special you are... it's a crime honestly. Even the fact you've been going by Dan, like a common handyman. Daniel sounds so much more elegant and handsome, don't you think?"
It had been a while since anyone had made Dan... DANIEL, feel so uplifted. Usually it was just selfish twinks who called him Daddy, or creepy fatsos who he'd rather not think about. But this all made sense, Daniel was so attractive, so much better than the life he had been living.
"I think you suit this setting much more Daniel. You shouldn't be working, you should be a prince with an effortless life. You put the work into looking so good - that should be your focus. When was the last time you felt like you were truly important?"
Dan couldn't remember.
"I think you might be the most important man alive, Daniel and it's time you felt like it. There's a wardrobe of designer clothes my ex left here when he moved to Milan. Why not dry off, try some on and see how you feel?"
Dan headed to the wardrobe - wow this place was a palace. He would truly love a place like this - wide open marble floors, expensive lounge areas, private gym... wow he'd really be living the good life in this place. He opened the closet doors and saw racks and racks of tailored designer suits, cotton, silk, linen... gold accessories... expensive athleisure and compression... he'd look like a proper model in these. He grabbed a nice shirt and pants, a gold chain and watch... they fitted his sculpted body perfectly. He felt perfect. In the mirror he saw- a prince. Daniel.
Yeah, this should be his life.
He strolled back down to the pool to see that creepy old fag waiting with a smile on his face. "Do you like it, Daniel?"
"It's everything I've ever needed."
"You deserve it. It's yours now. All of this is yours, you just have to own it."
Daniel raised an eyebrow- "What about you?"
"Me? Oh I don't matter at all - I knew I didn't deserve this. This wealth and power has just been waiting for you. You're the centre of the universe, Daniel"
"Call me Sir, you creep. And then get the fuck off my property."
Daniel snapped his finger for the housekeeper and then laid back by the pool. It was good to be the king
It was the first day of school of you decided to try out for the baseball team. You were also required to take a weights class during the day. When it came time to change in the locker room some of the boys introduced themselves as Luke (far left), Daniel (the middle) and Connor (far right). They asked you for your Snapchat which you definitely have to them considering how hot they were. You guys started changing and the boys were all next to each other getting butt naked. You tried to resist the urge to look but you couldnât help it. Daniel caught a glimpse of you admiring his ass. BBBBBBRRRRRPPPPPFFFT!! Daniel ripped a huge fart and everyone starting laughing. You got super turned on, farts always did it for you. You did you best to hide your boner. âHowâs it smell back there freshmanâ. Daniel shouted. âYouâre disgusting manâ. You replied. âGet used to it, itâs part of being on this team. He told you. It was leg day in weights so you were expected to be squatting and working your ass. Because of this Daniel and his boys were farting through the whole thing. It was even worse for you because you were in their lifting group. The coach didnât even say anything to stop them. He would walk by and say âsmells like hard work over here boysâ. He would even rip a few farts during class. The boys told you that theyâd help you practice your bench press. The instructed to you to lie down on the bench, lift the bar and press it up. You picked it up and it felt kind of heavy, you pressed it up, but you couldnât lift it off your chest when you brought it down. Luke, Connor and Daniel all took turns sitting on your face. You couldnât see or hear anything. Who knows if the team or even worse the coach was watching you get your face sat on the first day of school. You had each boys ass in your face 3 times already. Then came the round of farts. BBBBBLLLLRRRRPPPP FFFLLLLRRRRPPP!!! Two loud wet farts hit your face. You were squirming around and felt so embarrassed. They finally stopped harassing you and the lifted the bar off of your chest. You opened your eyes to only see the coach standing in front of you. He was a big burly man. He was wearing a sweaty wife beater and some tight short shorts. âLooks like you got the teams welcoming giftâ. He said. âYouâre a horrible coach, you didnât even stop themâ. You replied. âBoys will be boys faggot, and Iâm about to prove that to youâ. He said confidently. The coach pulled down his shorts that could barely fit over his ass. Revealing a nasty pair of underwear. There was a giant wet spot going right down his crack. You still had the bar on your chest and you were struggling to breathe with all the farts you had to endure. Coach backed his ass up to you and let loose a weeks worth of gas. FFFFLLLLLRRRRPPP BBBRRRRRRPPPPPP. âYou see I take these pills that prevent me from farting no matter what, I eat tons of beans, broccoli and eggs but nothing comes out, not until I take a second dosage that resets the first pillâ. All you could do was groan under his wet butt and take it all it. Coach finally got off of you and told you âWelcome to the teamâ.
He should've been panicking upon seeing you walked in on him in the middle of your very own girlfriend giving him a blowjob. But instead, he just acknowledge your presence and keep on going, pummelling his slick meaty uncut cock all the way down on her throat.
From the way she bobbed her head and the obscene noise she made, she's giving him one hell of a good head and as you stared there in silence as if you're set in stone, he smirked as he noticed the growing bulge on your pants
"Fucking cuck, I knew it," he said as his groan turned to smirk and his grip strengthened as it grabbed both of her ears and used it like it's a silicone toy or the likes of it
Amused by how his faggot looks now he has removed all of its teeth. Such a pathetic weak creature lol. He canât wait to get his cock down the faggots throat for the new experience when the bleeding stops a bit.
Why wait for the bleeding to stop? Donât you enjoy the pathetic whimpering? That pain, so fucking hot!
What could be better than skullfucking a bleeding faggot with a broken bottle up his ass?
Mega beautiful boss I faggot wan serve brutally beat me up boss ur perfect
Well Fit Scally Lad
Fuk yeh boss u can duffer me up brutally u hot fit boss I serve my brutal punishment
