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Gurlie hit the jackpot. Hur new roommate was a total dick, sexually insatiable, and gay. She couldn't believe hur luck when his hook-up canceled and he told hur to get ready for him. Ever since, she's been his back-up slampiece whenever Grindr's slow, or else she just serves as a holster for his gun during his long gaming sessions.
Dreams do come true, gurlie pops.
Good girl.
Take His babies, make His breakfast, feed His ego and be a good Wife.
You've just been sitting there for twenty minutes while He watches his porn and pleasures himself. He doesn't see you. You are part of the furniture at this point. When he cums, you become the rag he trained you to be. You'll lick up the mess you made and go make his dinner. He never stops to think about where he's cumming, because He knows that it always gets cleaned up. That's the sign of a successful faggot. No questions or demands, just work done.
You wish you could be more than a rag; you wish you could be a hole. But He doesn't want your holes. And all that matters is what He wants.
“You ready to suck it?” the hot frat guy asked, his hairy, muscular body next to me on the couch as he thumbed his bulge, his shorts doing nothing to conceal the outline of his thick cock and big balls. “Suck it good, and you’ll get a big surprise when I’m done.”
Earlier in the day, I had spent three hours sucking cock at my favorite glory hole in the basement men’s room of the campus science library. I had drained seven students, three professors, a janitor, a campus security officer, and a dad on a school tour with his kid.
I had just swallowed the load of a hairy humanities professor with a beer can cock, when an absurdly hot frat boy sidled into the stall next to mine. Score.
Through the glory hole, I could see the Greek letters ΦΥK emblazoned in large print on his t-shirt. He hesitated, and then bent down to peer at me through the hole.
“Just stick your dick through,” I directed, rolling my eyes. Frat guys can be particularly clueless at a glory hole. “Stick it in, and I’ll suck you off.”
“Can—can I talk to you first?” he whispered back through the hole.
“Yeah, but make it quick,” I snapped. “This isn’t a fucking confessional.”
“Right,” he laughed. “I want you to suck me—but not here. Is that cool?”
“What’s wrong with here?”
“I dunno,” he shrugged. “This bathroom is nasty as fuck, and I’d rather be comfortable when getting sucked.”
“Fine,” I acquiesced. “You know another discreet place? I’m not gonna suck you in your car. I’m on probation after getting caught blowing a biology TA in his Hyundai a month ago.”
“No—not my car. I want you to come suck me at my house. It’s on fraternity row, over by—“
“Wait,” I stopped him. “You want me to suck you off at your frat house?”
“Yeah—is that okay?”
“Fuck yeah,” I exclaimed, for it had always been a pipe dream to swallow cum in an actual fraternity house. Frat boys often came to my glory hole, but never asked me back to their house. “But wait, this isn’t like a hazing prank or some other shit?”
“Absolutely not,” he promised. “I just need my big dick sucked, and I’ve heard you’re the best cocksucker on campus. So—you game?”
“Fuck yes,” I blurted out.
“Come by the house tonight—10 pm,” he instructed. “I’m in the Phi house at the end of fraternity row. It’s brick with white columns, you can’t miss it. I’ll be waiting for you.”
And then he slid out just before a dude in a maintenance uniform pushed his fat cock through the partition. As I sucked a massive load out of the maintenance guy, my mind drifted, fantasizing about sucking cock in a frat house that night.
At 10 pm on the dot, I knocked on the door of the Phi house. A raucous cacophony of testosterone-laden voices from inside made my stomach lurch in fear, but I was determined to not chicken out. I trusted this guy. That, and I was horny as fuck.
“You made it, bro,” the hot frat guy from the glory hole beamed as he opened the door. He was shirtless, his hairy, muscular body on full display. The outline of his big cock was apparent through his athletic shorts. I nearly came in my pants.
“Come inside,” he beckoned as I froze in the doorway, taken aback by a house full of muscular studs who looked just like him—a gay man’s version of The Stepford Wives.
The house atmosphere was like an Alpha male convention of at least fifty jacked-up frat guys surrounding a keg in the center of a large room, drinking beer from red Solo cups, laughing and high-fiving each other. Loud music filled the room as a contentious game of beer pong was played in one corner. Nobody seemed to be paying any attention to me—the odd man out.
“You guys having a party?”
“Nah, it’s always like this,” the frat hottie replied. “Just follow me. I’m taking you somewhere a bit more—private.”
He led me to a room in the back of the house, the noise and chaos fading away. It was a small room, only slightly bigger than a closet with a gray couch covered in cum stains opposite a large screen TV with pussy porn playing. A blonde porn bitch was riding a large cock with two more big dicks sword fighting in her mouth. Respect.
“We call this room the masturbatorium,” he began to explain, closing the door behind us, “because we—”
“Jack off in here?” I surmised.
“Yup—and sometimes more,” he winked, taking a seat on the couch and directing me to do the same. I did as told, my eyes fixated on the outline of his big cock through his shorts.
“You ready to suck it?” the frat hottie asked as he thumbed his bulge. “Suck me good, and you’ll get a nice surprise when I’m done.”
Hoping that surprise would be a warm shot of his cum down my throat, I quickly slid off the couch and positioned myself on my knees. Pulling off his athletic shorts, his big cock nearly smacked me in the face. Eight inches, thick and veiny, a drop of precum at the tip, his cock rested atop a set of round, full plums that were aching for release.
“Yeah, it’s a big one,” he bragged, smacking it against my face. “My girlfriend creams hard on it when she rides me.”
“Why—why do you want me to suck you when you have a girlfriend?” I wondered aloud. “She on the rag or something?”
“Nah, man,” he laughed. “She just won’t suck dick. You ever met a sorority girl who throats cock? Pussy action only with her. So I gotta find dudes like you who will throat my big one when I’m in the mood for some head. Enough chat—let’s see what you can do.”
Showing off a bit, I skillfully swallowed his entire eight inches in one gulp, mashing his balls against my chin. My tongue worked his shaft as I stayed down on it.
“Fuckin-A,” he cried out, his hand on the back of my head. “Now that’s how you suck a dick. Damn, bro.”
Grabbing me by the ears, he held me down on that big cock, his cock head abusing my tonsils as he began to thrust rapidly, his hips convulsing up and down at a rigorous pace. I was gagging on it, red faced, unable to breathe.
“Yeah, fucking choke on this big dick,” he barked, slapping the side of my face before finally releasing me. Gasping for air, I took one deep breath before he forced me back down on that big cock, pumping my throat like a pocket pussy.
I had never been face fucked so good.
“Damn—you sure can take it, bitch,” he slapped my face again, his meaty hands gripping into my skull, forcing it up and down on his rigid shaft at a breakneck pace. “You gotta mouth pussy on you.”
His balls were hitting my chin hard, saliva running down them, soaking into the couch cushions. I reached up and grabbed his hairy pecs with both hands, attempting to brace myself against his assault against my throat. I’d never seen such stamina in a dude. It couldn’t last.
“You want my cum?” he demanded urgently. “You want me to shoot this fuckin’ load down your throat?”
“Mmpft mmpft,” I nodded, his cock still buried in my gullet. And then I felt it—a swelling in my throat, a slow pulsing that began to increase in frequency.
“FUCK,” he bellowed, his cock erupting down my throat, his warm seed satiating my hungry belly. “Yeah, bitch. Swallow this fuckin’ nut. Yeah—that’s it.”
“Damn, dude,” I gasped when he finally pulled out of me, cool air enriching my oxygen-deprived lungs. “That was the best face fucking I’ve ever had.”
“You took this big dick like a champ, bro,” he winked, his spent cock flopped against his hairy thigh. “I heard you were the best cocksucker on campus, and it was no exaggeration.”
“Thanks,” I blushed, wiping cum and saliva from my chin with the back of my hand.
“I have just one question for you,” he locked eyes with me. “Are you hungry for more?”
But before I could respond in eager affirmation, amazed that he could already go another round, the door to the room opened abruptly. A beefy, hairy frat guy stood in the doorway, eyeing the sordid remains of my encounter with his frat brother.
“You done with the cocksucker yet?” the beefy one demanded. “The guys are getting restless out here.”
“Yeah, I just fed him. He’s the real deal,” my frat hottie responded, getting up from the couch and pulling on his shorts over his spent cock. “Tell the brothers to queue up for their turn with him.”
“All right guys,” the beefy frat guy yelled down the hall. “Time to line up. You know the drill. One at a time. No cuts. Each brother gets ten minutes to bust down the cocksucker’s throat. Repeats allowed once every guy has had a turn. Got it?”
Flopping down hard on the couch, the beefy frat guy pulled out a big, hairy cock attached to a massive set of bull balls. I immediately began to salivate.
“What’re you waiting for, cocksucker?” he barked, grabbing me by the back of my head and shoving his big, hairy cock down my throat. “You’ve got fifty-eight impatient brothers out there waiting to feed you some cum, so get to work. It’s gonna be a long night.”
Stories are fiction and intended for readers 18 and up. All characters are assumed to be legal, consenting adults.
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Today’s more challenging than normal. …help
Cage might be too big but his need to please me and obey will always be bigger. And that’s fine, he’ll learn in time that he doesn’t need that much space to grow. The more it hurts the more we’ll both like it.
He helped me put it on. It felt so good. We started to make out and I just strained in it. After we were both ripe, he flopped me on my back and started to fuck me. I couldn’t believe I was caged and getting fucked like a girl, but it was happening. I could feel the ecstasy start to build. I never imagined I could cum with a cage on my dick, but I did. We both came at about the same time. It was unbelievable. Best sex of my life.
When he realized I came to, he smiled and said, “That’s excellent boy, but not in the way you might think.” I didn’t know what he meant, but I was ready to take it off. He smiled and gave me the key. I asked if he wanted the cage back. He smiled and said, “Keep it boy. I’m pretty sure you’re going to want to put it on later.” I had no interest in putting it on again but knew how expensive they were and didn’t want to be ungrateful so I kept it.
I woke up the next morning and put it on. I couldn’t stop thinking about it. I had to have a feeling again. When I saw him at work that afternoon, he looked at my crotch and smiled. I got very self-conscious and asked if he could notice it. He said, “I knew you’d have it on. You came in that cage. You’ll be in and out of chastity for the rest of your life. You’re a fag. Enjoy it.”
I don't care if you're tired and had a long day and have a headache. You worship my stinking smelly socked feet everyday after work. Every day. And I know you love these argyle socks. It reminds you of what a masculine executive Boss I am. Later on you can cook me dinner and when you're done with the dishes I'm going to use your face as my footstool you little sock perv. Get started get your hands on them and get your nose in there, show your respect faggot.
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.
In public, they are a stereotypical straight couple. They go on dates, visit their families for the holidays, she goes shopping with her friends, and he goes golfing with his.
At home, they have a secret third: me. A submissive slave whose entire existence is dedicated to making their lives easier. I maintain the home, clean, grocery shop, cook their meals, wash their cars. I don't work, or have much of a social life. Almost all my time is spent serving them.
They sometimes will use me sexually. If she's on her period and he wants a bj, or if she wants head but he's in the middle of a video game. For the most part though, I am their maid. A servant at their beck and call for anything they want or need.
My favorite nights are these. A night in with a movie after they are home and ready to rest, and I have finished all my chores. I cook them dinner, and serve it to them. Refilling their glasses of wine as needed. When they are finished eating I clean up, and then am invited to be their footrest as they finish their movie.
I cherish this moment to rest and feel at peace. I am honored to serve them, and am rewarded by feeling the weight of their perfect feet resting on my back. They inevitably will start to feel the draws of intimacy together, and start kissing and touching above me. I can feel the movement of their feet as they start to move closer to one another.
Eventually, they will leave for the bedroom. The romantic atmosphere curated by their sub has made them ready to fuck. Without the stress of cleaning, cooking dinner, or pouring your own wine, it's easy to feel relaxed and horny. Being waited on hand and foot makes everyday a vacation. They get up and make their way to the bed, slowly filling the house with the sounds of passion.
My last task for the night is to pick up the clothes they tossed on the floor as they stripped each other on the way to the bedroom. We don't use a hamper in this house. Instead, my dog bed in the laundry room serves double duty as a hamper. I toss the clothes onto the pile, still warm from their bodies moments ago, and crawl into my bed of dirty laundry. I grab the pair of his socks he wore today, and her bra from yesterday's workout. Holding them into my face, I savor the smell of my Owners. The sounds of their lovemaking down the hall complement the overwhelming smell of their dirty clothes. My dick strains in its cage as I think about how much I love them. How privileged I am to be allowed to lie in this laundry room, sniff their stink, and listen to them fuck.
I drift into a frustrated and denied sleep, excited to wake them up from their night of passion tomorrow morning, with coffee and breakfast in bed.
Imagine being my personal little slave. My property. My devoted toy. And us having this daily routine where I walk around dressed. You walk around naked. Me sitting at my desk. You sitting under it, kissing my feet or resting your face against my bulge. Imagine me ignoring you. Treating you like filth. Lesser than human. Like an object for use. Lesser than a normal person. Heck lesser than other subs I date. No. You are my owned slave. Owned toy. Owned worshipper.
So yes, I will be degrading you. Maybe by sitting on your face. Using you as a chair as I make you kiss, lick or worship my hairy ass. Treating you like an ass-worshipping-slave.
Or maybe I instead use you as a table. Placing things ontop of you, maybe even resting my feet on your shoulders as I read a book or watch TV. Don’t move too much though. An object that isn’t good at its purpose might get thrown away.
Or instead I might make you suck me off as I call with somebody from work. Having intense debates while completely dehumanizing you. Neglecting you. Not giving you an ounce of attention. Instead you suck. Instead you serve. Instead you swallow. And you should be grateful for this opportunity. Grateful to be given purpose as a slave.
Three Alphas moved in down the hall earlier this year. My apartment is three doors down, and I saw them moving in. I offered them my services to help, obviously. They saw what I was immediately.
Every Sunday I bring them joints I rolled personally, and they humiliate me. Calling me names, stepping on me. Every few weeks they allow me the privilege to worship their feet, but thats the most of their bodies Im allowed to touch. I think it gets them horny, and allows them to vent their frustrations on me so they can make love to their girlfriends. But it doesnt matter what I think, Im there to serve, and I am grateful.
Football season is 30 days away. Real football. Not this fifa shit.
So you messaged me and agreed to come over & be my faggot for the afternoon. Maybe if I was feeling nice I let you set a few limits. Which I’ll respect.
But when you get there the reality of being naked and on the floor in front of me and my friends hits you. You still do it. Can’t back out now right?!
I let you stand up only to get us beer, make us sandwiches. Don’t ever speak without me talking to you first. You’re clearly enjoying it, your clit stays hard.
But then the moment you talked a big game for. I have to piss. You will take it like a good urinal fag while my friends watch, intrigued and disgusted at your pathetic subservience.
You sputter. You gag. I smile and try to go slow. Didn’t imagine a man’s beer piss would taste like that huh? Stupid faggot.
You say you can’t drink the rest. I say you will. Or get the fuck out. You do it, slurping down the rest. And then the piss of all my friends.
By the end of the night, your naked belly is rounded from taking so much piss. I let you use the bathroom (sitting down like a good girl of course).
The evening ends. You beg to smell my armpits or feet. That earns you the belt. Don’t speak to me, I said.
Stupid fag. I’m not here for YOUR fantasy you are here to serve ME.
Now put your clothes back on and get the fuck out. There’s another game on next Monday night. Maybe I’ll reach out to you again, you did a pretty good job of being a urinal.
As you put back on your clothes I know I can’t leave it like that. I put you on your knees in front of me. I smile.
You served well. You did good. Understand? You’ve pleased me and my friends.
Finally a little smile.
Now, you can go.
Fags are so sensitive, fuck.
Service is purpose.
Obedience is purpose.
My new account. Was once Chastitytwinkfantasy/vhsblogs. This will be my new account where I will start my new challenge. Inspired by @jacklocked once again.
Same rules apply:
Every like is a whole 24 hours. Comment is 3 days. Every reblog is another week. (Non-negotiable) will be keeping track daily.
No touching, no 💦, unless from prostate stimulation (non-negotiable)
Don't hold back. Make me regret it 😛
Dm for personal updates, tease, etc.
I got to about 3 years before...can we get there again?
Today is live day, faggot, drop all your plans. You know I can’t get up while playing which means you’ll fetch me food, drinks and take my piss under the table. And not a peep, I don’t want my viewers knowing about you.
Craving jock feet today... 🤪
Morning to you too faggot. Breakfast done? Good. Laundry? Good. Gym? Excellent. Groceries? Yeah, we need eggs too.
Well, it seems you’ve done good this morning as I slept. Come, come take your breakfast. I know how u love sweaty soles with a side of morning piss. Good boy.
Your purpose is to make our lives better. Never forget
Exactly, cause that’s the only way your life can be good at all. Serving is your purpose. Or do u wanna go back to that sad time u pretended it wasn’t?
Submissive fags would cancel their plans in a heartbeat if presented with the opportunity to worship, honor, and serve Me. Am I right boys?
Its a privilege to cancel plans in order to serve Real Men. I once cancelled a full night of dinner and drinks with a good friend just to act as chauffeur to a Man to his own date night. I happily relinquished hours of quality time just for the honor of driving a Man for 10 minutes. I would do it 100 more times too, because nothing is more valuable than service.
Good fags live to serve. They need it. It fuels their life. Otherwise they wouldn’t be faggots. It’s so simple. If I told this faggot to, he’d stay at home kneeling waiting for my message (which I’d never send) and he’d lose any appointment he had previously, even if it meant his birthday dinner. What better present than being noticed by the King anyway?
Exactly Sir. Obedience is a fundamental state of a faggot. We eagerly drop everything in order to serve our Superiors. It’s our duty and privilege to obey and serve You.
