roma★
Cosmic Funnies
RMH
trying on a metaphor
oozey mess
Not today Justin
cherry valley forever
Kiana Khansmith
art blog(derogatory)
$LAYYYTER
❣ Chile in a Photography ❣
titsay
Love Begins
No title available
styofa doing anything
No title available
noise dept.
Andulka
Misplaced Lens Cap
AnasAbdin
seen from Türkiye
seen from United States
seen from Peru
seen from Germany
seen from United Kingdom
seen from Canada
seen from Malaysia
seen from United States
seen from United States
seen from Pakistan
seen from United States
seen from United States
seen from United States
seen from United States
seen from United States
seen from United States
seen from Malaysia
seen from United States
seen from United States
seen from United States
@obedient-scum
REBLOG REPOST EXPOSE THE FAGGOT
UrinalFagg exposed for who and what it is.
Total pathetic Faggot for exposing and humiliating, no way back no control and no way to stop it.
Contact anytime never let the faggot forget what it is.
Follow the exposure advise on the pics and expose the fag. If you hit the like button also hit the reblog.
Faggot requested that i reblog his exposure so here it is
No turning back once it’s uploaded.
Its ok
yes Sir
No choice now fag
Great rubber Outfit 😍
" No pants day ! " 😈😛😂
Maricon listo para su uso 🤣🤣🤣
Yes Sir. That is what I am looking for Sir
So, I got to convince this Straight Dude that I would do things for him free of charge, if he’d let me work for him in my full “Faggot Uniform”!! And after having totally Outed myself and all my disgusting practices as a Faggot to Him on messenger and met him f2f twice Only, He agreed to come and let me slave for him and sweat inside my Raingear for a good 5 hours 😍💦😅 This was only the third time we met in person and I was allowed to lick and taste the dirt from under His Boots 🥾😛 it took a bit time to warm up,, the crinkly sound of all my layers of Rubber RainWear and the Sneakers and RubberBoots stuffed inside my pants made a noise when I moved around that really spoke for itself,, 🙈💦 That was Embarrassing.. having 5 pairs of Dirty, Used Footwear inside my boxers, My underwear stuffed with Rubberboots & my Tiny little HomoDick covered by a sweaty Running Shoe that used to belong to a Random Straight Man that was selling them online.. haha… Hard to walk with all that shit in my RaingearBib.. LOL.. what a HomoLoser.. ;D
Buuuuut.. as the “Fun” went on, it was getting late, and totally Unexpected a Security Guard suddenly came and knocked on the door 😱🙈💦😆 —— #InstantPanic — And I’m sorry I didn’t get a photo of his face when he first walked in and saw all of this Crazy shit that was going on 😂🙈💦😆😛😍 he didn’t know where to look first and said “he’d never seen somebody on the floor dressed like a fisherman, ready to do “WHAT”?!?” 😳 Then he laughed while looking to the side as if the sight of me was too much for him.. I was so shocked in the moment I didn’t know what to answer.. 🤣😈 He asked for both of our ID’s and wrote it all down, and it was the most EMBARRASSING Thing to have to sit there in front of this super hot MAN in his REAL UNIFORM 😍😈 me just dreaming of LICKING HIS BOOTS AS WELL 😛💦😁😈
The night ended and I had in total spent 11 hours inside my Rainwear “Prison” And I felt GREAT 😃 Having had a good humiliation day with the straight dude in the first place, having the SECURITY GUY catching me sitting on all fours Licking Boots like a dog TOOK IT TO A WHOLE OTHER LEVEL 😍 Even the Straight Dude I was working for was shocked and couldn’t get over the fact that we got surprised by this kind of MAN 😈😆😍🤣💦👌🏼😎 it was PERFECT!!
#RAINWEARFAGGOT
#faggot
#horegutt
#PatheticSneakerlickingLoser
#homo
#humiliatedhomo
#boots
#rubberboots
#rubber
#rubbish
#humiliation
#exposed faggot
#outed faggot
#beingdisgusting
#homse
#REGNTØYHOMSE
#kuksuger
#dust
#dritten
#jævlahomo
#forbannaEkleHOMO
#ståpikkAvGummistøvler
#pisseribuksa
#piss
Reblog if you want to be treated this way
Litter Picking Drone
It was 7 pm. Zach was driving home late from the office when he felt a buzzing around his ankle. “Oh shit,” he thought, suddenly realising where he was.
The buzz came from the ankle monitor clamped just above his left foot. Its bulky frame housed a GPS tracker, activated as he drove through the industrial estate a mile from home.
The monitor was sealed with a steel padlock. The key was held by an anonymous guy that Zach had been chatting with online. Their conversations had started with fantasies about manual labourers and tradesmen, and Zach had shared his obsession with work gear, hi-vis polos, and boots.
Over weeks, each fantasy had grown more elaborate. Zach had eventually agreed to a daring proposal in real life.
Then the package arrived: a GPS ankle monitor with a padlock and a “compliance collar.” Instructions were clear. The ankle monitor was to be worn 24/7, hidden under baggy trousers if needed. The collar, thick and rigid with two metal probes, locked instantly when fastened and could only be released remotely. It was bulky and impractical for continuous wear, but designed to enforce obedience until a task was completed.
The faint buzz of the ankle monitor turned into a sharp, insistent rattle. His phone vibrated with a message: “COLLAR REQUIRED.” Zach knew he had 60 seconds to put it on before the ankle monitor emitted an ear-piercing alarm — attention he did not want.
He pulled over, scrambled through his bag, and fastened the collar around his neck. The magnetic clasp clicked securely into place. It wasn’t suffocating, but removal was impossible without the remote release. The collar pressed beneath his work shirt.
Another buzz. New instructions: “Put on hi-vis. Pick up litter. Five bags. Photo evidence.”
Short. Direct. Consequences unspoken but understood.
Zach opened the boot of his car. Hi-vis polos, work boots, and litter picking gear waited. He stripped off his shirt and threw on a bright orange hi-vis polo. He’d chosen chunky-collared designs specifically to disguise the compliance collar beneath. Buttoning it to the top, he felt the fabric snug over the collar, locking him further into the ritual.
The ankle monitor was easy to conceal under thick socks and sturdy work boots. Once secured, it seemed almost dormant again.
He grabbed the cheap litter picker in one hand, the blue hoop and bin bag dangling from the other. Gloves protected him from the dubious liquids inside discarded cans and bottles.
The world narrowed. His attention focused solely on the next piece of litter: a crushed Coke can, a faded crisp packet, an old water bottle half-filled with stale, yellow liquid.
Bending for the next piece of litter, the collar shifted slightly, pressing against his skin like a tether.
A lorry roared past, another hi-vis-clad worker behind the wheel. A coffee cup flew out the window, splashing Zach’s clean hi-vis. He barely flinched. The liquid glistened as the street light caught the reflective stripes of his polo.
Time slowed. Thirty minutes in, he had filled three bags when a tingling at his neck reminded him: the collar was ready to deliver a jolt if he didn’t maintain his pace. Heart racing, he moved faster, filling a fourth bag in just seven minutes.
Boots crunched over gravel as he moved through rows of warehouses. Every sweep, every step toward the next piece of litter heightened his awareness of the collar beneath his polo.
Finally, the weight of the last bag caused it to slip through the hoop and crash onto the ground. Zach tied it up and tossed it with the others. He pulled out his phone and snapped evidence of his work, sweat dripping from his forehead, his polo damp with effort. Musky and stinking.
Photo sent.
A soft click at the back of his neck signaled release. He yanked the collar off and tossed it onto the passenger seat.
Relief washed over him — but so did a rush of thrill. The forced compliance had been intoxicating. He kept the hi-vis polo on as a reminder of the evening’s work, though unease lingered. The estate looked the same. The hi-vis felt heavier. And the next trigger zone was always waiting.
Ventured out today to do some litter picking for the first time in a while. Been a bit anxious so this was the perfect way to destress.
The road I cleaned was down a business estate, so there wasn’t much footfall on a weekend. But there were still a lot of cars speeding through.
One guy in an Amazon trailer was sat watching me the whole time, and I didn’t realise until I drove past him later.
But dressed in full hi viz, walking up and down with a litter picker and a hoop, nobody would have thought I looked out of place.
I cleared four bags before it started to last down with rain. I stayed out a bit longer after putting on my hi viz rain jacket from the boot of my car, but decided to call it a day after a couple of hours.
And here I am before getting absolutely soaked 🦺🌧️
Litterpicking Outing - Extended duties
As I enjoyed my first litterpicking outing so much, it made sense for me to plan and undertake another extended trip. Once again, I took some annual leave from my daily role of binman to do some unpaid manual labour. Similar to last time, I wore my orange hi vis t-shirt and trousers and my triple-black nike air max 95s, this time with orange footie socks. I also wore some red pvc coated gloves, known by some as "pound shop" gloves. My gold chain and a Nike baseball cap finished the look and a generous application of cheap chavvy 'Bench' edt provided the ambience. Since my last outing, I had treated myself to some higher quality refuse sacks and a hoop to hold them. This allowed me to carry more in each sack so I didn't have to worry so much about my vicinity to public bins. No litter would be left behind!
I boarded a bus just before 8am and after a short journey I was already at my destination. I swigged the last of my energy drink and got to work. The start of my day was largely similar to last time, which entailed cutting through a shopping centre's car park and empty market, followed by walking over a bridge and through many more dirty car parking areas towards a park. The waste had certainly built up again, so I had plenty of work to do. I would even suggest that there hadn't been anyone else cleaning since my last visit. As mentioned earlier, this time I had to rely much less on decanting my waste into public bins - not only due to my increased capacity and ease of carrying, but I also realised it was bin day for some areas. This meant that I could add my sacks to trade bins which made things much easier. Nobody questioned me doing this - there's nothing out of the ordinary about a man in full hi vis around bins.
At one point I was busting for the toilet and asked a fellow hi vis workie putting up some fencing for an event to use his portaloo.
"No worries mate, knock yourself out!" , he told me, which I thought was some nice solidarity. After emerging from the bog a member of the public asked me what was going on (regarding the construction), clearly just assuming I was a council worker who'd be in the know.
I continued my route from last time, eventually getting to the public lake. Again, I found that areas I'd been to months ago were filled up with litter. The toilets here were unlocked this time around - so I took advantage and went when I could. Who knows when my next chance might be. As I washed my hands, another man entered and seemed to recoil at the fact I was there which felt slightly humiliating and also rather validating. I kept going, diverting a little but ending up on the same A-road as I did previously, which was filled with more rubbish than before. Some people must make a habit of chucking their morning takeaway detritus from their car windows for someone else to deal with. Today, that someone was me.
I worked back towards the main shopping centre, but this time I wasn't working towards the bus stop to head home. I ended up heading inside for some lunch - Greggs would do nicely. As I raised my steak bake to my mouth, I could smell the sweat on my hands. A nice guy I was sitting next to saw me throw away my rubbish and wished me a good rest of my day as I scooped my picker from the floor. He knew what it'd entail. I slowly continued to pick past the exterior storefronts until I came across an M&S... I couldn't resist going inside and making the middle classes clutch their pearls and gasp in horror. I swaggered around the aisles with my sack filled with rubbish, not intending to buy anything as it'd be out of my budget, just to rile people up a bit. I got to scratch my bollocks and wipe my nose on my sleeve before leaving with my head raised high - always great fun!
Leaving M&S, I slowly picked past various accommodations until I reached my destination - a budget friendly Travelodge. Cheap and cheerful, perfect for a workie. I ditched a few things from my bag to make things slightly lighter and refilled my water bottle with tap water, then took the chance to have a short rest.
I layered my sweat with some more 'eau de chav' and headed back out. I picked underpass areas, car parks and grassy central reservations. Plenty of areas that hadn't been attacked in ages - I could tell by the seasonal packaging of some items. I also found it interesting to see what new trending products are commonly tossed aside for someone lesser to deal with. There were plenty of suited office workers walking past me in the underpasses, turning their noses up or avoiding eye contact at all costs, which I got a kick out of. Soon I ended up at my grub destination - Wetherspoons, of course. Even just before I entered I picked up some litter on the pavement with my gloves. I sat at a high table, surrounded by other punters and placed my order. Stella and some greasy grub.
After enjoying the workman's podcast on my phone and downing another pint, I headed out and began litterpicking again. This time I was circling around the nearby area, not systematically but rather just where I noticed waste. This led me to a park that was in sight of the 'spoons in which I had just been - now, my fellow punters could see me grafting away! I continued to loop around the area, including next to 5 police vehicles whose occupants were engaged in "helping people" out of another pub. Thankfully none of them noticed my gifted community payback lanyard tucked into my shirt!
After another two hours of grafting, I found myself back at the Travelodge again, where my last job was to clear up the alleyway I could see from my room. I'd noticed it earlier and thought to myself it needed doing - of course that job was mine. I ensured the alleyway now met my standards before depositing the last sack for the day and heading in for a rest. As I had another day of grafting planned, I needed to get some kip!
Always good for a faggot slave to know what it is but being marked in this wsy. It’s Master has placed a mirror facing it so it can see for itself!
The low-skilled faggot in his uniform that identifies him as a miserable laborer is taking a break... and I don't think he's allowed to... Any punishment?
El maricon con trabajo de baja cualificacion con su uniforme que lo identifica como un triste peon se esta tomando un descanso ... y creo que no tiene permiso para hacerlo ...
Algun castigo ??
Rebloguez si vous êtes un esclave blanc inférieur et que vous voulez être insulté et humilié par un maître noir supérieur sur tumblr
n’hésitez pas !
Oui je le veux. Même en reel toulon
J’aimerais mais encore faut -il en trouver ….
Der Gummi Sklave bleibt die nächsten 12h bei 30 Grad in seinem Schutzanzug ohne Chance vorzeitig herauszukommen.
