There are times, as a faggot, when I fully comprehend just how truly different are faggots, and how much I am undeniably a faggot.
Of course, as a fsggot, I always appreciate the opportunity to rim a Man’s ass and have even purchased a rim chair to provide Men greater comfort.
A few years ago an Alpha I serve, worship, and obey regularly swing by my place early one morning. He told me to strip naked and take my position under the rim chair. Of course, I obeyed.
When He arrived He wasted no time and took a seat on the chair. I dutifully began tonguing, licking, and sucking on His hairy ass pucker. As always, it tasted amazing and I reveled in the sweaty, musky ripeness of His ass.
Without any warning, He let ripe a loud fart. I felt the warm, moist gas against my lips, nose, and face. It was pungent and smelled of shit. I gagged briefly and then quickly returned to my rimming of His hole.
It was not the first time I’d had a Man share His farts - most often when blowing Them - but this was the first time I’d received a fart directly in my face. Still, I knew my purpose and wouldn’t let errant flatulence deter me.
About a minute later, as I was sucking on His hole, He again farted - this time, directly into my mouth. I gagged again and began to pull away when He said, “stay there faggot. I want you to learn to love my farts. I want you to crave them. So, get your lips wrapped around my hole like a good faggot.”
I was nervous and uncertain, but I knew He was right and again resumed servicing His asshole. Moments later He farted again directly into my mouth and barked, “taste it faggot. Hold it in and swallow my stink!”
I was struggling not to gag as tears rolled down my cheeks. I swallowed and then immediately belched - surprised that my burp smelled of His ass (of course it would having just swallowed His ass gas). He rubbed my chest and said “good faggot”.
I was disgusted and ashamed that I had been reduced to this - to sucking farts from a Man’s ass - but also loved that my doing so was pleasing to Him and that He enjoyed my degradation. I knew the day would come when I’d be commanded to step over every “red line” I told myself I’d never cross and, now that I’d crossed this line, I felt relief and appreciation for the opportunity.
But, that wasn’t the only line I would cross that morning. He farted on my mouth and face a few more times and, seeing that I now had acclimated to the smell and taste of His ass gas, He informed me what would happen next.
“You’re my favorite faggot, you know that, don’t you?”
I nodded agreement and smiled. “Good, because I think it’s time for you to assume a new role for Me. Younger the first time you drank my piss? You remember how you struggled at first?”
I again nodded. “But now you love the taste of my piss, don’t you? You beg for it, don’t you, faggot?” I nodded and answered “Yes Sir.”
“And now you’re learning to love my farts too, aren’t you?” I again nodded, this time a bit sheepishly.
“Good. Now let me ask you a question, faggot: where else do I and other Men typically piss and fart?”
I thought for a moment before answering, “in the toilet, Sir?” He nodded approvingly, “that’s right faggot, that’s right. Now, what else do I and other Men do in the toilet?”
I knew immediately the answer He wanted and I felt my heart begin to pound in my chest and my stomach began doing back flips - answering nervously, “pooping, Sir?”
He smiled and rounded my chest again, “that’s correct, faggot, and I think it’s time for you to fulfill your purpose as my full-service toilet faggot. It’s time for you to feed on my recycled food just like you thrive on my recycled beer. Can you do that for me faggot? Can you prove to me your devotion and obedience to me?”
More than anything I wanted to say, “fuck no! That’s disgusting, not to mention dangerous and unhealthy!”, but I knew what I was and had long ago accepted that what wanted never mattered - that the only thing that mattered was my service, worship, and obedience to Men. I swallowed hard - the taste of ass still in my throat - and answered, “Yes Sir. Thank You, Sir.”
“Good faggot, I knew you wouldn’t disappoint Me.” He adjusted His position on the chair and ordered, “start tonguing my hole, faggot. I’ll go slowly, but when it starts coming out, I want you to keep your mouth wide open.” I obeyed and began licking His ass - probing His hole with my tongue as He began to push.
Soon I felt something firm and clay-like on the tip of my tongue - I knew what it was and struggled again to prevent myself from gagging. As I continued to dig my tongue deep I felt the firm nugget advancing.
By now I could taste it - it was bitter but surprisingly bland. Within a couple of minutes the nugget was ready to breach His sphincter and I dud as instructed - opening wide my mouth in anticipation of my first feed. He grunted and I saw His pucker push out as a solid, dark brown nugget snaked its way to my open mouth.
I started this post by noting moments in my development as a faggot when I fully understand just how much of a faggot I really am.
This was one of these moments.
I watched it happen and did nothing to prevent it. I unquestioningly laid there with my mouth agape as a Man used me as a toilet. Moreover, as soon as it landed in my mouth my worthless fag dick became rock hard.
It was my erection that proved my faggotry.
It wasn’t that I was turned on by the physical act - I was aroused by complete, unreserved surrender and obedience to Him. I was aroused because I was doing what I had been created to do - to serve, worship, and obey Men.
