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I am a depraved and disgusting faggot. I exist to serve men—don’t care about your race, age, weight, appearance, endowment, or status. I seek use and abuse IRL. I have few limits: No children, no animals, no drugs, no blood. and no scars. I am not looking for a master, but will gladly serve them and ALL other men. Serious men seeking to use and abuse a faggot IRL should message me.

[scent73]

REAL FAGGOT FOR IRL USE AND ABUSE

I am a depraved and disgusting faggot. I exist to serve men—don’t care about your race, age, weight, appearance, endowment, or status. I seek use and abuse IRL.

I have few limits: No children, no animals, no drugs, no blood. and no scars. I am not looking for a master, but will gladly serve them and ALL other men.

Serious men seeking to use and abuse a faggot IRL should message me.

Why am I depraved and disgusting? Because there is VERY LITTLE I WON’T DO.

I am a cumdump and accept ALL raw loads in ANY hole. My cunt accepts cum, piss, and spit. Used condoms and frozen cum make fine lube, but fresh cum is the best.

My throat was made to be fucked too. Rough, merciless throat pounding is what my mouth is here for. Stuff it with your cock, your fingers, your feet.

Or shove your dirty, sweaty, stinking socks, jocks, and underwear down it to gag me. Make me lick your dirty sneakers and feet clean.

My mouth is a urinal and toilet. It is a sewer for your piss, spit, and shit. Piss down my throat.

Take a shit in my mouth. Smother my face in your dirty ass and make me lick it clean. Have me kneel as you take a shit on the toilet—sucking your cock as your stink fills the bowl—and then use my tongue as your toilet paper.

Fart in my mouth as I eat your hole.

Force me to clean the bathroom floor and your toilet with my tongue. Drag me to a public restroom—nastier the better and reeking of piss and shit—and laugh at my humiliation as I lick clean the toilets, and spit on me as I drink the stale piss from the urinals.

Force me to drink sock tea—soaking your nastiest socks in your piss, steeping them until every last particle of dirt, sweat, cum is mingled with your piss—and then watch as I drink every last drop.

Lock my useless fag dick in chastity. Screw in a urethral plug or catheter. Kick, slap or punch my balls and trample on my nuts. Crush my locked nub with boot. Torture my cock, balls and ass. Delight in my pain and agony, and feel disgust at how I beg you for more.

Restrain me as you slide a urethral sound down my piss slit and attach electrodes to my balls so you can send surges of electricity through my body.

Slap me and punch me in the gut. Whip me like the worthless faggot I am.

Use me as your slave, as an object. Make me clean your home, do your laundry, serve you meals and beverages, wait on you hand and foot. Enjoy yourself as I massage your body. Use me as a footstool.

Make me eat and drink of the floor. Whore me out to your friends and strangers. Humiliate and ridicule me.

I have few limits. No children, no animals, no drugs, no blood. and no scars. I am not looking for a master, but will gladly serve them. I am a slut and a faggot. I exist to serve all men.

Serious inquiries should message me.

[isaac-sinfula]

[jude-smoke0]

[scent73]

At its best, a faggot is an object of pleasure and enjoyment for the Men it serves. It is not there for intimacy, romance, or reciprocity - it is there for one reason and one reason only: to serve, worship, and obey Man.

This Man doesn’t see a young Man or even a person kneeling before Him; He sees a faggot - a warm, wet hole for Him to use and enjoy. It is His sex toy - a fleshlight with a pulse.

He will use it for as long as He wants, as hard as He likes, until He either cums down its throat Orr gets bored and finds a better hole to use.

That is a Man’s right and a faggot’s duty.

[mdjc26]

[sniffthatsmellysocks]

[scent73]

As a faggot, I often go for long stretches without masturbating. Whether because I’m too busy serving, worshipping, and obeying Men, or a Man I’m serving has commanded me to refrain from jerking off, or because I’m currently in chastity - I can go weeks without stroking on my worthless fagdick.

I accept this forced celibacy as part of my duty to Men and appreciate it all the more when I am permitted to pleasure myself.

Indeed, there is one Man I serve who is straight and was formerly one of my friends (He stopped being my friend when I began serving Him). He has no interest in using me for sex and my service to Him is usually limited to housework, errands, and giving Him massages.

However, every now and then, He lets me worship His feet. I love the feeling of His feet (whether socked or bare) pressing against my face, lips, and nose as I inhale His sweat and stink. Often, when He permits me this privilege, He also says “you can jerk off if you want, faggot - just don’t get any on me.”

[pup-happy-deactivated20150714]

[scent73]

As he assumed the position - on all fours, head down - he could barely contain his emotions. He had been a faggot all his life, however tonight he would be forever transformed.

It had all begun two weeks prior when one of the Men he served regularly, Tristan, expressed His desire to whore him out during a an upcoming ritual at the members only sex club to which He belonged.

Of course, being a faggot, he immediately obeyed and then respectfully asked Tristan what the ritual entailed.

Tristan explained that it was a conversion ritual during which invited, negative receivers (“in this instance, you faggot) are penetrated and bred by one or more positive Givers - resulting in the receiver’s conversion into a poz faggot.

Despite himself, he felt his useless fagdick twitch and grow hard at the prospect. Tristan noticed, chuckling, “of course the idea of getting pozzed by toxic Men gets you aroused…I’ll never understand faggots!”

Two weeks later, he arrived at the address he’d been provided by Tristan. He was led to an intake room where he signed some legal docs before he was stripped and received two enemas.

Once cleaned out, an attendant inserted a rasp into his anus, twisted it through three rotations, and then pulling it out. It had stung and he wondered what the attendant had done; the attendant explained that the rasp was used to create hundreds of micro-tears in his ass to improve the odds of conversion. As he contemplated this last bit - realizing that his life would in all likelihood be forever changed that evening - the attendant attached a red band to his ankle (signifying the he was a receiver).

The attendant then directed him to a large room, connected to the arena stage, where he and the 6 other receivers awaited their conversion ritual.

At last it was his turn. As he entered he could feel the presence hidden onlookers, even as the arena remained completely silent.

Then a loud, booming voice intoned, “assume the supplicant’s position, receiver.”

He obeyed, and there he was - waiting in anticipation with a mix of excitement and apprehension - ready to receive the gift.

[thats-what-i-like-i-cant-deny]

[scent73]

When He was a young Man, He loved EDM and regularly attended music festivals. He had always loved the vibe and how welcoming were these festivals.

As a first year at university, He had identified as straight - but acknowledged to Himself, if not others, that He was open to letting another guy suck His dick and might even be down to fuck a dude.

It was a surprise, then, when He found Himself at a festival, naked, squatting down to suck a Stranger’s cock.

The festival has begun like many others, but soon after arriving, He met a young Man named Damien. He was from Paris and exuded confidence and strength. He was the definition of an Alpha and drew the attention and admiration of everyone He encountered.

As He continued to hang out with Damien and His Friends, He began to feel something He hadn’t felt before. It was a profound desire to submit Himself to Damien - to serve Him. He wanted to worship at Damien’s feet, and He yearned to be commanded by Him.

For reasons He could not explain, He admitted this to Damien. Damien smiled and replied in His thick French accent, “this is no surprise. It is as it should be, yes? You are a little faggot and want to please your betters, yes?”

At this moment, it struck him like a brick wall - he was g sure what he was, but he knew he did want to serve, worship, and obey Damien. And he said so.

Damien again smiled.

“You are a good little faggot, but I’m not certain you are ready to serve me.”

He shook his head pleadingly, begging Him to give him a chance.

Damien looked down and said, “you want to worship me, yes? Okay, take off your clothes and kneel before me. Worship at my feet, my little faggot”.

Without thinking, he stripped and dropped to His knees. Leaning forward, he began to kiss His feet. At first, he was taken aback by the subtle, almost sweet scent emanating from His leather sandals; soon he was surprised to realize that he loved the smell of Damien’s feet and began to bury his nose between His toes - hoping to breathe in His scent.

Seeing this, Damien removed His feet from His sandals and pressed His bare, sweaty feet against his face, lips, and nose. He didn’t delay and inhaled deeply as he began to lick every inch of Damian’s bare feet - sucking on His toes - with a fervor he hadn’t ever experienced.

He was confused by this turn of events, but somehow felt greater clarity than he had ever felt before. This was right and, as if to punctuate this fact, his cock was now fully erect as he continued to worship Damien.

Moments later, Damien slipped His sandals back on and stood up. He looked up at Damien with pleading eyes - wondering if he had displeased Him somehow.

“Come with me, little faggot, let us see how good of a faggot you are” said Damien - leading him outside the tent to a small group of Men. “Hello boys, I have a present for you - a new little faggot for you to break in.”

Damien’s announcement was met with hoots and laughter from the group of Men, but he was uncertain and said beseeching, “Damien, I’m not sure I can do this? I’m not really gay or into Guys…I mean, I want to worship and serve You…but I don’t think I can do this…”

Damien shook His head disapprovingly, “you cannot serve me if you do not obey me. You must prove to me that you are a good enough little faggot to serve me. You must show me you are worthy to serve and worship me.”

As He shook His head and began to walk away, he squatted down and shouted, “I must obey Damien, who wants to use me?”

Damien stopped and turned around - watching is a Man from the group stepped forward, pushed down His waistband, and whipped out His soft uncut dick. As he took the Man’s cock into His mouth, the Man chugged a beer and then began fucking his throat.

After He finished and came down his throat, he proceeded to suck and swallow 7 more Men - all for the glory of Damien and in full obedience to Him. Damien watched as he guzzled load after load before ultimately walking over to him and pulling out His own magnificent cock.

He looked up at Damien - locking eyes with Him in complete submission - as he began to suck Damien’s cock. He sucked for at least 15 minutes before Damien pulled out of his mouth, leaned down, and whispered “I don’t like to nut down your throat…I will nut in your pussy…come with me.”

He stood up, his cock perhaps the hardest it had ever been and walked through the crowds - naked and erect as people stared and laughed - and followed Damien to a secluded tent near the festival’s perimeter.

Once inside, Damien undressed, sat on a sofa, and began to stroke His cock. Without being asked, he took position between His legs and began to tongue His ass, taint, and balls. The scent of His manly musk and ripe, sweaty ass was intoxicating as he continued to tongue lash His crotch and ass.

Once Damien was fully erect, He motioned to get up and straddle Him. Without words, he obeyed. Damien squeezed his ass and slapped his asscheeks. He then spit onto His fingers and slid them between his cheeks. He moaned uncontrollably as he felt Damien’s thick, strong fingertips massage His saliva into his faghole. Be spit again and lubricated His cock before saying in a commanding voice, “sit on my cock and ride me, little faggot.”

He felt Damian’s warm, fleshy cock head press against his asshole. Damien was easily 8 solid inches of uncut cock. He was girthy too - as thick as his wrist. His cock would be challenging for a seasoned faggot, but he was committed to serving Damien and wouldn’t fail in his duty.

As he lowered onto His cock - the weight of his body helping to push the tip of Damien’s cock inside his virgin faghole - he winced and inhaled deeply with pain. It was a searing pain that pulsated and spread throughout his ass and torso. He pressed forward and felt it as the head of Damien’s cock pierced his sphincter. He let out a soft scream as he slid fully onto Damien’s erection.

He felt Damien’s cock split him open - stretching open his hole and tearing His ass lips. It was extremely painful but he felt great joy and satisfaction once the full dimension of Damien’s cock was firmly planted balls-deep inside him.

“That’s a good little faggot, yes? Do you like feeling my cock inside you…filling you?”

He nodded and moaned as the waves of burning pain were slowly replaced by a satisfying fullness. He began to ride Damien - his ass sliding up and down Damien’s shaft. Soon after, Damien placed His strong hands on his hips and began thrusting into him - His balls bouncing as He plowed away at his virgin fagcunt.

Damien fucked him for an hour - fucking him in multiple positions - before positioning him on all fours. The head of Damien’s cock teased his hole as he waited ass up and head down. With a single thrust, Damien slid into his now loosened faghole and began to mercilessly pound away - beating up his insides as all 8+ inches of thick, rockhard cockmeat wrecked his innards.

Damien grunted as droplets of His sweat rained down on his back; he moaned uncontrollably as Damien’s cock pummeled his pussy. After an hour of continuous fucking, Damien grunted loudly, yelling “fuck faggot, I’m cumming now!”

With that, Damien slammed His cock home - deeper than before - and let loose a torrent of hot ejaculate. His cock twitched and spasmed inside him - pulsating as streams of cum flooded his guts. He had never been fucked before, let alone bred, and he was surprised when he felt the warmth and sensation of fullness as Damien pumped him full of His load.

Damien grunted as His cock unloaded. After 30 seconds, the pulsations ceased and Damien slowly pulled out. His cock was already growing soft by the time the tip of His cock exited his butthole. It was glistening with cum mingled with his assjuice. A small droplet of cum hung precariously like a translucent pearl from the tip of His penis and he quickly lapped it up with his tongue before taking Damien’s soft cock into his mouth - using his throat to suck it clean.

Damien sighed and sat back on the sofa as he sucked on His spent cock. Moments later, as he continued to suck on Damien’s dick, he felt a hot stream of a strong, salty fluid flowing from the tip of his penis. He realized instantly what it was and, far from being disgusted, realized that he wanted to swallow anything and everything that came from Damien and besides, he was surprised to realize he actually like the taste of Damien’s fresh piss.

Damien sighed as He relieved Himself down his faggot’s throat, “good little faggot…I like to take a piss after fucking and you are saving me a trip to the toilets.” He sighed again, “ahhhh… you liked this, yes? You will be my little faggot always?”

As he gulped down the last drops of Damien’s piss, he nodded his head eagerly and with gratitude.

[chupada-deactivated20121101]

chupada

[scent73]

I had already talked five or six loads when He arrived at the cumdump party. He had messaged the Man who had organized the event and asked if He message Him when I had at least five loads in me. He explained He preferred to fuck and breed loaded, cum-leaking, sloppy fagholes.

Within 20 minutes of being messaged with my load count, He showed up to add His DNA to the flood of random, anonymous cum loads that had filled up my guts and were now dripping from my hole.

He was a big cummer and I felt His massive load as He pumped it inside me balls deep. When He pulled out, a stream of mingled cum squirted from my loose faghole and landed on the motel carpet.

Suffice to say, licking up every last drop - before it soaked into the carpet - was challenging but rewarding nonetheless.

While on the floor, He had messaged suck His cock clean before returning to the bed and assuming the position.

I was ready and eager for the next load.

[vakhtangboy]

[scent73]

He was surprised by my question and I was momentarily concerned that He might decline. The match was scheduled to begin in 4 hours though, so I was still on duty. I had already serviced 3 other players that day and was hoping to serve at least 3 more before the cutoff time two hours before kickoff.

He was a new member of the team and apparently hadn’t been told about the team faggot or the service I provided to the team - everything from laundry and locker room cleaning to massages to what the Manager euphemistically referred to as “tension release therapy” (basically using my holes - either or both - for pre- and post-match nutting.

When I first approached Him, I asked Him if He needed anything and if I could be of any service to Him. He looked confused and held up His boots and asked, in a thick accent, if I could find Him socks. I did so immediately and once I returned with them saw that He had been chatting with a few other Players, including two of the three I’d served earlier that day.

As I approached , one of the Players pointed as the new Teammate nodded and smiled. As I handed Him the socks, the other Players wandered off, with one of the Player shouting back, “take it easy on the Rookie, faggot!” followed by a chorus of laughter.

I returned my gaze to the new Teammate and again asked if I could be of service to Him. This time He smiled and nodded as He pulled His uncut cock from His briefs.

[gaymensmells]

[devoncub]

🤤🥵🤤🩲🤤

[scent73]

I hadn’t expected to find myself with my nose buried deep in His ass. He was one of a small team of builders working on a renovation at my house. The Builders were all big, manly Men and I assumed any attempt by me - a faggot - to serve Them would be met with at best humiliation and at worst, violence.

I was embarrassed when one of the Men had uncovered my dildo stash when He’d moved my bed to access the wall. I had been at work and, when I returned home, the Builders were cracking jokes at my expense - saying things like, “that’s a lot of dildos for a single guy!” and “how’s it going pussy boy”

I was basically outed by my sex toys and just endured the humiliation and abuse - as a faggot, I was used to it.

That evening, after the Builders left for the day, I had settled down for dinner when I heard a knock at the door. I opened it and there was one of the Builders. I asked Him if He had forgotten anything and He said no and then asked, “so are those things really yours? I mean, are you one of those gays?”

His tone was curious, not menacing, so I answered, “yes, they are mine and yes, I am gay…actually, I’m a faggot.”

He processed this for a moment before asking if that meant I had sex with Men. At this point I realized where this was headed and answered as I invited Him inside, “yes, I have sex with Men, but as a faggot, I accept and embrace the superiority of all Men and it’s my duty to serve, worship, and obey all Men…including You.”

He nodded. There was no nervousness or apprehension in His response. He simply asked, “so you gotta do whatever I tell you to do?”

I nodded affirmatively.

In less than five minutes, I found myself, on my knees, burying my nose in His ass, as I prepared to rim His sweaty, dirty hole.

[jocks--in--socks]

[scent73]

As a faggot, I love worshipping young Studs.

I love Their confidence and cockiness.

The way They fully embrace Their superiority and power, and the way They instinctively know how to use a faggot like me.

They know I am powerless in Their presence and They take great pleasure in exercising Their dominion over faggots.

[tobytoy]

[thehardestthingilleverdo]

Clean cut guys.

When boys get together.

[scent73]

My Buddy and I would regularly walk back to the dorms via a shortcut that took us through a small wooded path. I had never outright told Him I was gay and a faggot, but figured He knew. This changed during our second year.

It was early in the fall and He had just broken up with His girlfriend. He seemed to always be horny and I’d caught Him jerking off in the dorm on four occasions since He broke up three weeks earlier. He had tried to pretend I hadn’t the first two times, but just kept stroking the last two times - telling me to give a few minutes.

As we walked back to the dorms that day, He was complaining to me about how horny He was now that He wasn’t getting it regularly from His girlfriend. He was saying He wished He could just get a blowjob without having to go through all the motions of dating.

He asked me if I knew what He meant and I said, “kinda, but I really don’t have that problem.” He stopped and asked me what I meant? I turned around and faced Him and answered, “Luke, I’m pretty sure You know what I mean. You know I’m gay, right?” He nodded and said He had assumed, but wasn’t sure. I said, “well, I am, and in my community, sex is just sex and it’s not a big deal blowing a Guy I just met”.

He raised His eyebrows and asked, “so you just blow any dude, even someone you just met, no need to buy them dinner or take them out on a few dates?” I nodded and He chuckled, “damn, I kinda wish I was gay - would make being single a lot easier and I wouldn’t be so fucking horny all the time!”

We both laughed but, before we began walking towards the firm again, I said “You know, you don’t need to be gay to use a faggot. If You’re really horny and need to nut, I could help You out with that…”

He chuckled nervously and asked if I was being serious? I nodded affirmatively and He asked, “so you’d really suck my dick?” I nodded again as I looked around to make sure no one was coming and then dropped down to my knees, pulled down His shorts, and took His hardening cock down my throat.

It was the first time I blew Luke that year; it wouldn’t be my last.

[guyslovepiss]

[scent73]

This may look awful or disgusting to some, but for faggots like me, this is pure heaven!

[biwhenbuzzed]

[scent73]

As many of You already know, I have been serving, worshipping, and obeying a straight Buddy with some regularity. While He permits me to do more every so often, my regular service is exactly what’s pictured here.

I kneel - sniffing and licking (and often massaging) His feet as He sits back and watches TV or scrolls on His phone.

It is truly a privilege to serve Him and I am grateful to Him always for using me like the faggot I am.

[stinkjockreno-deactivated202501]

Who else is into sniffin and lickin a dudes hairy stinky sweaty cock and balls inside his ripe unwashed jock?

[scent73]

As a scent-motivated faggot and full-service toilet, there are few things better!

[aeatmyassstuff-deactivated20130]

[scent73]

My younger brother knew I was a faggot the moment puberty hit. On His 18th birthday, He made this knowledge plain.

I had come home from college for His birthday. The party was great - friends, family, great food, and lots of laughs. Afterwards, when everyone left, my family stayed up late watching a movie. Then it was bedtime. My parents went to their room and I went to my old room (right next to their bedroom), with my younger Brother’s bedroom across the hall.

I stripped down to my briefs and a tee shirt and, after brushing my teeth, crawled into bed. I had found an old porn mag of mine (this was in the early 90s) and began stroking as I paged through the cum-crusted rag.

I was gooning hard when I heard a gentle knock on my door. I quickly covered up and placed the porn mag under my pillow as my younger Brother cracked open the door and entered my bedroom.

He was wearing only His boxers and I could see His erection pressing against the fabric as His boxers strained to contain it. I’d be lying if I said my own fagdick didn’t twitch a bit when I saw that. Still, He was my younger Brother and I assumed He was here because needed something or wanted to tell me something.

I asked Him what He wanted as He closed the door behind Him, pulled His rock hard cock from His boxers and stepped towards my bed.

I sat up in my bed, my own erection still covered by my comforter, and started to ask “what the fuck are You doing?!” but, before I could say a word, He put a finger to His lips and then whispered, “shut up or you’ll wake up mom and dad…” I nodded and He continued, “it’s my birthday, I’m a Man today, and you’re not and will never be - we both know this, don’t we?” I nodded cautiously. “We both know what you are and we both know you can’t say no - not that you really want to - soI’m here to claim my birthright.”

With that, He stepped closer and pressed the head of His cock against my lips and commanded, “suck it, faggot”.

I immediately opened my lips and wrapped my throat around His cock - engulfing the full length of His shaft - and began to blow my Brother. I looked up at Him as I serviced Him and witnessed His arrival into Manhood. He stood confidently, thrusting balls deep into my my faghole, one hand on the back of my head, the other perched on His hip.

He lasted far longer than I would have at 18 and, after about 10 minutes, placed both hands behind my head and began throat fucking - each thrust driving faster and deeper down my throat - until He let loose a quiet moan and erupted.

His cum flooded the back of my throat and I could feel it filling my mouth as His cock pulsated - pumping strands of His semen down my gullet. I swallowed it all - savoring His taste. He thrust a few more times before pulling out and wiping the glistening head of His cock against my cheek and shaking the last drops of His seed across my face.

He returned His cock to His boxers, looked down at me and said, “fuck, you really do know how to suck dick! That was awesome!”

I nodded and remarked that it was my pleasure and told Him that He had really grown up and I was happy to serve Him.

He sat down next to me on the bed, put His arm around me, and said, “well, looks like you’ll be getting that more regularly cuz I got accepted and will be starting at your college next year!”

I was genuinely happy and excited. I know He was my Brother, but He was a Man first, and I was a faggot, and there was nothing more fulfilling to me than serving, worshipping, and obeying a Man - even if that Man was my Brother.

That next year, and the three years that followed, offered me an opportunity to serve up my throat and ass to my Brother, and I remain grateful to this day for the opportunity He gave me to serve Him.

[bettyka-deactivated20170923]

[boldimpswarm]

Yummy🔝🤤💋🔥💓

[scent73]

As a faggot, kneeling beneath a Stud - His cock hard and balls tight - in anticipation of serving, worshipping, and obeying Him is among my greatest privileges.

Few things in a faggot’s life is better than seeing Him stare down at me - confident in His superiority and my submission - as the scent of His musky crotch and ripe ass tease my nostrils.

At that moment, like every moment, I am His to do with as He pleases.