This is a place for me to reblog all the sick shit that turns me on. Warnings: mind control, dubcon and possible non con, incest and more. Mostly gay, some not. You don't like it move out. NSFW so 18+ audience or else it's illegal. If anyone wants to to be hypnotised, message me and I'm sure something can be arranged.
A trusted Master is gold because trust is the thing that turns power into safety and surrender into something sacred.
Without it, dominance is just noise, posturing, and ego. With it, everything drops into place, and the world gets quieter, and your body finally exhales. A trusted Master does not need to threaten or rush or prove himself. His authority settles into you slowly and deeply until your resistance melts and your obedience feels natural, inevitable, and wanted.
A trusted Master sees you clearly. Not just your hunger to kneel or serve or be used, but your limits, your fears, the places where you shake a little inside. He does not exploit that carelessly. He holds it, shapes it, uses it with intention, because real power is restraint and precision, not chaos. When you trust Him, you stop bracing for impact. You stop second-guessing every command. You stop protecting yourself from being hurt. That is when submission becomes rich and grounding and real, not performative, not desperate, not empty.
A trusted Master earns your surrender every day by being consistent, calm, and exactly who He says He is. So when He tells you to kneel, you do not hesitate, not because you are weak but because you are safe enough to be open. That kind of trust is rare, heavy, and precious. It is gold. And once you’ve tasted it, you can immediately feel when something else is fake.
A bunch of good boys falling into hypnosis and dropping. Very nice. The final guy is a big boy, the bigger they are, the heavier they go. Such good boys.
"That's it, there we go, just let it all out, pretty girl…." Stella moaned hard, her muscles clenching and unclenching as Bruno's long, dexterous tongue snaked up inside the slick pink folds of her sopping pussy, finding her most sensitive places and stimulating them with relentless intensity until her mind skimmed from one climax to the next without ever touching down. Bruno held her hands in his own as she bucked and thrashed, not to pin her down but simply to give her some kind of support so she didn't flail her arms around like an idiot as she came and came. And Tommy, well….
Tommy just sat there next to them, talking to Stella in a low soothing voice, tickling the inside of her head the same way Bruno's tongue tickled her clit. It was the weirdest threesome she'd ever had, but something about the way he growled out, "It's okay, you don't need to think when you can cum, babe…." It touched something deep and powerful inside her, cutting away all the distractions and focusing her attention more and more on the intense, orgasmic ecstasy pulsing straight up her spine from cunt to brain. More and more, Stella found the narrative of her thoughts simply swamped by pleasure, drowned out by one climax after another until she felt practically wrung out with dazed, sleepy euphoria.
It almost felt a little too good, if she was being honest. But if there were any red flags to the way the two men seduced her from the bar to their apartment and from their living room to flat on her back in Bruno's king size bed, Stella's mind was too thoroughly drowned in pleasure to be able to give them any serious consideration. "Good girl, cum those silly brains out, cum each and every last thought out of that empty little head," Tommy murmured, coaxing her deeper into the fantasy of vapid ecstasy that Bruno's tongue made into a glorious reality. She didn't know how many orgasms she'd had. She didn't know how many more she was capable of before she simply passed out from exhaustion, but it felt like the boys were going to help her find out.
"Just tuning out my voice, focusing on the pleasure, focusing on the tongue in your pussy, babe…." Stella heard herself mumbling in vague, wordless agreement, but it felt like it was coming from a long way away and she couldn't really think about how easy it was to go along with his words and let her brain switch off. She… she couldn't really think of anything, not anymore, and her wild thrashing was getting weaker as her strength turned to water and her body went limp on the mattress. Everything was going fuzzy, and Stella wondered briefly if Bruno was just going to keep eating her pussy while she slept. Only, well--it didn't feel like sleep, exactly, did it? More like a kind of trance, almost. Like she was being hypnotized.
Stella didn't realize the thought wasn't her own, any more than she realized that she'd run out of thoughts to think for herself as the orgasms blended together into a warm, tranquil haze of ecstasy. She didn't hear Tommy saying, "Deeply hypnotized for me, hypnotized and ready to accept your commands," because her mind was too muzzy to focus on anything but Bruno's licking tongue. But she accepted and obeyed nonetheless… and it was a very different woman who woke up to continue their threesome together.
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The first Jane knew about the John Doe in Room 214’s recovery was when he staggered out of his room, eyes glassy and unseeing, cords and tubes trailing behind him like the umbilicus from some strange rebirth. He rested against the doorframe for a moment, recovering the physical strength that had been lost during his months of comatose bedrest, and his gaze finally focused on her with an intensity that shocked the young nurse. She was used to seeing him as an object, something to be cleaned and changed and rolled over every so often to prevent bedsores. Awake, his charisma bombarded her with a force that she could physically feel against her skin.
She wanted to look over, to try to examine the monitors at the nurse’s station and see why it was that none of the instruments gave her a warning that her John Doe had suddenly and impossibly snapped out of his coma, but Jane found that she couldn’t stop staring into that enigmatic gaze. It pinned her, rooted her feet to the floor and her eyes to those intense and hungry looks he was giving her, and soon Jane found her pulse quickening and her breath melting into warm gasps of arousal. She didn’t know what was happening–no. It wasn’t just happening. He was doing it to her. John Doe’s attention was focused on her body and that was all it took to make her horny beyond imagination.
Some things gradually began to make sense. The guards posted in his room. The sealed medical records that didn’t explain how he received his head injury. The phone number at the nurse’s station with instructions to call in the event of ‘unusual circumstances in Room 214’ that had seemed like a joke the staff was playing on Jane when she first transferred to this floor. But for every mystery John Doe’s inhuman charisma solved, another cropped up that Jane couldn’t explain. She had no idea why she was stripping naked, exposing her alabaster breasts to her patient’s gaze and wordlessly begging him to grope them. She didn’t know what had happened to those guards, or why they weren’t stopping John Doe from crossing the hallway to kiss and suck her sensitive tits. And she couldn’t explain why the phone number she stared at every day had disappeared into a fog of lust.
He was all over her now, his hands squeezing her titties and his mouth hungrily suckling at her stiff nipples, and Jane could feel the urgency of his need like a blazing fire just inches away. He hadn’t fucked a woman in months, and even though Jane had never really been sure just how much of his consciousness remained inside that shell of a body, it was clearly enough to make him aware of the passage of that time. His erection rubbed against her thigh, making her wet and needy and desperate to be naked so he could fuck her. She shucked her skirt and panties off in a single gesture and spread her legs to accommodate his cock.
He thrust up into her, and she felt the shock of his pleasure slam into her mind and erase her every thought. All Jane wanted to do was please him now, ride his shaft until he shot his hot sticky load into her pussy and claimed her as his own. She had a vague, confused conviction that this would be far from the end of her subjugation–without his raging boner to distract him, she had no doubt that he could turn his will to anything he wanted. But right now, what he wanted was her. And Janet couldn’t resist taking pride in his desire.
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“Shoot your load up my ass, Seegar,” I begged, looking up into his eyes. His meaty hands were on my thighs, sweat dripping down his muscular body as he delivered a series of impossibly deep thrusts within my bowels. “You think my sister would have let you cream her cunt?” I asked.
“I think we both know the answer to that,” Seegar laughed, his cock swelling inside of me, his balls aching for release. “Open that cunt for me,” he commanded. “I’m about to bust.”
“Let’s have a party,” I suggested to my twin sister Mina earlier that day as soon as our parents had left for an overnight trip to a wedding in Boston. “I’m thinking pizza, and a keg, and—”
“Where are we going to get a keg?” Mina scowled. “We’re only eighteen. We can’t buy beer.”
“That dude who runs the convenience store over on Elm Street will hook me up with a keg,” I informed her. “He lets me buy beer all the time if I suck him off in the back room.”
“Jesus, you’re a slut,” Mina cringed. “Look, you can go suck off that gross man for as much beer as you want, but we’re not having a party while Mom and Dad are gone.”
“Why not?” I whined. “You love to party.”
“For your information, I’ve already made plans for tonight,” my sister announced. “Seegar is coming over and—well—tonight is the night.”
“Tonight is the night for what?”
“We’re going to finally do it,” Mina flipped her hair over one shoulder. “I’m going to give my virginity to Seegar.”
“What?” I laughed riotously. “You two have been together for almost two years. You seriously haven’t left him fuck you yet?”
“No,” Mina rolled her eyes in disgust. “And don’t say fuck—that word is so gross. Seegar and I are going to make love here tonight. So no party tonight, you understand me?”
“Fine,” I exhaled in exasperation. “But if you two are gonna have a little fun, I’m gonna plan for some fun, too.”
“Ugh, not another one of your random Grindr hookups?” Mina scoffed. “You’re such a whore.”
“Hey—you have your kind of fun, and I’ll have mine,” I snapped back. “And I’d rather be a whore than a virgin.”
As planned, Mina’s boyfriend Seegar showed up that evening and took Mina to a pre-coitus dinner at a fancy restaurant that she had selected. She wanted to set the stage for a romantic evening before they fucked their brains out.
As soon as Mina and Seegar left, I logged onto Grindr and found a well-hung frat boy who was looking to pound some ass while his girlfriend was out of town. For three hours, he ravaged my hole, dumping multiple loads in me before he rolled out of my bed and pulled on his clothes. “Thanks, bro,” he offered a tepid fist bump as he departed.
After the frat boy came and left, quite literally, I noticed that Mina’s bedroom door was closed. It was too quiet in there, with no sounds of fucking emanating through the door. Maybe they were done already? A lot of guys pop fast in a tight, virgin hole. Perhaps Seegar was no exception.
I went downstairs, poured myself a scotch from Dad’s liquor cabinet, and turned on the TV in the den. I was still scrolling through Netflix when Seegar appeared in the doorway. He was shirtless, in nothing but a pair of boxer briefs, the outline of his huge cock protruding through the thin material.
“Mind if I join you?” Seegar asked, flopping down on the couch next to me.
“Be my guest,” I scooted over slightly to accommodate him. “You want join me for a Scotch?” I held up my glass.
“Jesus, that’s would be good,” he exhaled. “I could use a stiff drink.”
I quickly poured him a glass and returned, handing the tumbler to him. “So—uh—how did it go tonight? Did you and Mina finally make the beast with two backs?”
“I wish,” Seegar shook his head in disgust.
“What happened?”
“She couldn’t handle my big cock,” he looked down at his crotch. “She said it hurt too much. I barely got the head inside her when she made me stop and pull out.”
“Dude, that sucks,” I tried to sympathize.
“She said she just wanted to cuddle instead—which is what we’ve been doing for the past two fucking years,” he knocked back his scotch, downing it in one gulp. “She’s asleep now, which is why I thought I’d come downstairs and hang with you. I should just go home, but she made me promise to stay the night for pancakes in the morning.”
“Dude, you don’t need pancakes,” I laughed. “You need some fucking pussy.”
“You’re telling me,” Seegar got up to pour himself another scotch. “So how was your night? I could hear you and some guy going at it while Mina and I were—cuddling. Who was the dude?”
“Just a frat boy from Grindr,” I shared. “He fucking wrecked my hole.”
“Damn,” Seegar laughed. “You gay dudes have got it made.”
“The frat boy wasn’t gay,” I clarified. “His girlfriend is on the rag and he just needed to empty his balls.”
“So—he just—he just fucks dudes when his girlfriend isn’t putting out?” Seegar asked, his wheels turning.
“Yeah,” I affirmed. “I’ve been dicked down by a lot of straight guys who just needed a warm hole. You wanna give my warm hole a try?” I offered brazenly.
“I—I dunno,” Seegar hesitated. “I’m not sure that I could fuck a dude. I’m not sure if I could even—”
“Get hard?” I cut him off, staring down at his raging boner.
“It’s got a mind of its own,” he dismissed with embarrassment, adjusting himself.
“Yeah, and its mind is telling you to fuck my ass.”
“I dunno, bro,” he continued to vacillate. “I’m just not sure that I should—”
“Fine,” I stood up from the couch. “I’m going to bed. Turn off the TV down here when you’re ready to go back upstairs and cuddle with my sister.”
“Wait—” Seegar grabbed my arm. “If I—if I fuck your ass, will you promise that you’re not gonna tell Mina that I fucked her twin brother?”
“Scouts honor,” I saluted mockingly as I pulled down my shorts and stepped out of them. “Let’s get that big dick in me.”
“Wait—here? You want me to fuck your ass right here on the couch?”
“Uh—yeah,” I affirmed. “You can fuck me upstairs on my bed, but I assume you don’t want Mina to hear us through the wall.”
“Good point,” he agreed, pulling down his boxer briefs, his nine-incher nearly smacking me in the face while I knelt down to suck him first. “Fuuuck, that’s good,” Seegar exhaled as I took him down my throat. “The rumors are true.”
“What rumors?” I surfaced for air.
“That guys are better at sucking cock,” he clarified, his hands gripping the back of my head as I resumed blowing him. “Jesus, this is incredible.”
“You haven’t seen anything yet,” I winked up at him, satisfied that his raging-hard cock was ready for my hole. Reclining on the couch, I opened my legs for him. “You ready to fuck my sloppy cunt?” I asked, presenting my used, puffy hole to him, still wet with the frat boy’s multiple loads.
“Christ, that’s hot,” Seegar exclaimed, taking in my eager hole with elation as he stepped up to the plate and prepared to mount me. “Fuuuuck,” he exhaled, sliding into me with zero hesitation, my warm cunt enveloping his big cock.
“You seem to know what you’re doing,” I observed as he began to administer a series of slow, steady strokes within my bowels, my toes curling in response. “I take it you’re not a virgin.”
“Hardly,” he laughed. “Do I look like a guy who would still be a virgin? I lost my V-card when I was fifteen.”
“Who was the lucky girl?”
“That’s hard to say exactly,” Seegar recalled, his cock growing even more rigid at the memory of his first time. “My older sister had a spend-the-night party with a bunch of her friends at our house. And in the middle of the night, two of the bitches snuck into my room, took my virginity, and rode me all night long.”
“Your first time was a threesome?” I gasped in disbelief.
“Yeah,” he answered with a deep thrust in me, his balls mashed against my sphincter. “I guess you could say with this handsome face and hot body, my big cock has always been catnip to bitches. Well, that is until I met your sister.”
“Don’t worry about Mina,” I advised, gripping him from within. “You can use my cunt whenever you want.”
“I appreciate that,” he nodded, looking down at his big one gliding effortlessly in and out of my hole. “Jesus, you’ve got a cunt made for cock.”
“Show me how much you like my cunt,” I begged, pulling my knees into my chest, tilting my pelvis, his cock sliding deeper into my guts. “Fucking wreck my hole.”
Needing no further invitation, Seegar went full throttle and began to pound my cunt at a frenzied pace. Placing his strong hands on my thighs, he hammered my hole with a relentless force. Christ, his big cock felt good inside me.
“You like this big cock in you?” he asked, my eyes rolling back into my head, his rounded cock head breaching my inner-sphincter as he battered my bowels. “Did that horny frat boy earlier tonight get you this good?”
“Not this good,” I exhaled, gripping Seegar’s forearms. In truth, no guy had ever gotten me so good. And it wasn’t just the massive size of his cock that was doing the job—the boy knew how to use it. “You’re the best fuck that I’ve ever had,” I confessed.
“Likewise,” he replied, leaning into me, his breath hot at my ear. “I’ve never had pussy this good.”
This realization seemed to flip a switch within Seegar, his body morphing into a fine-tuned fuck machine. Instantly, he began to jackhammer my quivering cunt, his big dick a piston within me, routing my depths. I was riding that fine line between euphoria and exhaustion, unsure of how much more of his assault that my ravaged body could endure.
“Shoot your load up my ass, Seegar,” I begged, staring up into his eyes. His meaty hands were on my thighs, sweat dripping down his muscular body as he delivered a series of impossibly deep thrusts within my bowels. “You think my sister would have let you cream her cunt?” I asked.
“I think we both know the answer to that,” Seegar laughed, his cock swelling inside of me, his balls aching for release. “Open that cunt for me,” he commanded. “I’m about to bust.”
“Seed my ass,” I pleaded. “Breed my fucking hole.”
“You’re about to get it,” he assured me with one last thrust, his balls throbbing against my hole. “OH FUCK—Yeah, here it comes—Yeah—Yeah—YEAH—FUCK—FUCK.”
Seegar’s body convulsed as his big dick erupted in my cunt, spewing his warm seed into my deepest recesses. “FUCK—FUCK,” he continued to grunt, his cock pulsing rhythmically, flooding my guts until his balls had emptied.
“You’d better get back upstairs to my sister,” I advised as he pulled out of me, his pearly load gushing from my gaping hole. “Mina is going to expect more cuddle time when she awakes.”
I then sat upright on the couch as I reached for Seegar’s cummy cock. Taking him down my throat, I sucked him clean.
“Damn, you’re full service,” he exclaimed, extracting his spent cock from my throat. “You think we might, you know, make this a regular thing? On the DL, of course.”
“I’m game for that,” I smiled impishly. And with a quick smack to his bare ass while he bent over to procure his crumpled boxer briefs from the floor, I instructed Seegar to get his ass back upstairs before my virgin sister suspected anything.
Mina and Seegar were at the breakfast table when I came dowstairs the next morning, the aroma of pancakes wafting through the house. “Coffee?” Mina asked, playing hostess as she procured a cup for me.
“You two kids have a fun night?” I asked, taking a seat and pretending that I didn’t already know about their failed attempt at sex. I watched as Seegar stuffed his face with Mina’s warm pancakes, a pathetic substitute for her frigid pussy.
“We had a wonderful night,” Mina smiled, handing me a steaming mug of coffee. “I decided that I wasn’t quite ready to lose my virginity. But Seegar was such a patient and understanding gentleman about the whole situation.”
“That’s right,” Seegar winked, his hand stroking my leg discreetly from under the table, driving me wild. “I told Mina that I was in no rush to have sex with her, that I’m perfectly fine waiting for as long as it takes.”
Stories are fiction and intended for readers 18 and up. All characters are assumed to be legal, consenting adults.
“Hey, sport. Mind following me to my office? I’ve got a surprise waiting for you.”
“Sure thing, boss. Lemme guess… Another product you need me to test?”
“Not quite. See for yourself.”
“Uh oh. I bet it’s another— oh my goodness. Is that—?”
“Yup. That’s Todd. Your former high school crush. You’ve mentioned him a few times—it was pretty easy to track him down. I mean look at this body. He’s hard to miss.”
“And he’s—?”
“Completely mind-fucked with our deepest hypno-training methods. Now he’s obsessed with making you happy, obeying you, worshipping you…the essentials. In short, he’s your pleasure slave. You can keep him, sell him, whatever you like.”
“Boss. Thank you so much. This is the nicest thing anyone’s ever done for me. I don’t even know what to say.”
“You’ve earned it, sport. Ever since you started working here, our operations have grown tremendously. You got a knack for this stuff. Which is why I’m also promoting you to Head of Slave Recruitment.”
“Boss! What?! You’ve gotta be joking! This is… this is amazing.”
“Congratulations, bud. You’ve earned it. Let it sink in. I’m going to give you and your new toy some free time to celebrate. Enjoy yourself. That’s an order!”
“Whatever you say, boss. Thanks again. Seriously.”
That’s it boi, relax in to Master’s arms. His voice is so calming isn’t it? It’s so nice to just turn yourself over to His control. You’re relaxing aren’t you? His nice hand touching your body relaxes each nerve it touches. His touch feels good doesn’t it? That’s why you serve Him isn’t it?
Jake couldn't hide the twitch his prick gave when he felt Tommy's cock slide into his tight, slick asshole, and it was obvious the other man noticed because he gave a knowing chuckle and asked, "Oh, does someone like this?" It was a question Jake would normally have been far too embarrassed to answer, but thankfully his brain was so numb and drowsy and lethargic that he couldn't really summon up the effort to speak anyway. He simply let out a sleepy grunt, one shaded with warm pleasure, and allowed himself to drift deeper as the other man's shaft sank all the way in.
Once Tommy was sure he had the measure of Jake's ass, his thrusts began to speed up, and Jake's eyes rolled back in his head as the intensity of the experience began to overwhelm him--he never thought he'd enjoy anal sex, but Tommy's cock felt like it was hitting something made of pure pleasure and almost before he knew it his own prick was twitching and spasming and dumping gush after gush of clear, slick precum all over his belly. "I think someone likes this a lot," Tommy murmured, his voice still holding that same soothing register even though he was beginning to sound a tiny bit hoarse with exertion, and Jake's mind crumbled deeper into the abyss of obedience as he was forced to admit that Tommy was right.
This wasn't how he expected the night to go. They were supposed to be studying together, not experimenting with hypnosis and weed and gay sex… although from the feel of it, this wasn't so much an experiment for Tommy as a confirmation of several long-established theories that had become a part of the permanent body of literature on the subject. Jake hadn't seen any of this coming when he came over to his study partner's basement apartment and Tommy started talking about his long, exhausting shift at the coffee shop--but perhaps that was exactly what made him so perfectly susceptible to the other man's low, soothing tones and the mellow rhythm of his flowing speech.
Whatever it was that caught him and however it was that was holding him, Jake couldn't deny that it felt almost impossibly good. Tommy's hand encircled Jake's prick and began to jack him off in time with his thrusts, his palm sliding freely up and down the slick shaft, and when he purred out, "That's a good boy," Jake felt the pleasure and the praise sinking deep inside him like a dose of some intoxicating venom. He knew he was never going to be the same after this, even beyond the suggestions his dazed and drowsy mind was soaking up; this was a life-changing experience, a vivid demonstration of an entire world of ecstasy he'd been denying himself all these years, and he instinctively understood that he was going to come back to Tommy for more whenever the other man asked.
Whenever anyone asked, really--this was unlocking something potent and powerful in Jake's hypnotized brain, and he could already tell he'd come to crave it every bit as much as the other guys around him went wild for pussy. "Show me how much you need this, good boy," Tommy growled, and the last tiny shreds of Jake's unadulterated heterosexuality flew out of his mind like dust on the wind as he felt his cock let go with jet after jet of warm, sticky jizz that splattered all over his chest and belly.
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Correct form. It’s ok when the cocksucker gets a hardon but bad form when he strokes himself. His only focus should be his top’s manhood: mouth on cock, grab the ballsac, gently tease the pubic hair or grab his ass and suck that dick like a man.
💯% faggots! It’s not OK if a fag’s clit gets hard because it should be locked in Chastity at least whenever servicing us Superior Alpha Doms but most appropriately locked 24/7. It’s a totally irrelevant appendage only useful for pissing. A fag’s primary sex organ is his pig pussy/cock craving cunt/cock sleeve/whore hole/etc followed by his greedy and needy mouth/throat and assisted by his hands when appropriate. A true fag is only focused on the pleasure he provides the Alpha and that is the number one means by which he gets deep fulfillment. Any other enjoyment such as pussygasms and loads to swallow is a fortunate side benefit of his service, dedication, obedience and hard work. Know your place, faggots, and commit to being the best fags you can be. That’s how you will truly flourish as who you were born to be.
When you try to talk about enshittification, it sounds like conspiracy theories. (I'm not crazy)
Amazon made their service worse, to force people to pay for Prime.
Nowadays, if you order from Amazon, there is a week long delay before your package is shipped. (on purpose)
I remember when orders would ship out the same day. (I remember - it was real)
YouTube didn't used to have ads. Now, ads play in the middle of videos. (it's worse than TV ever was)
The best can opener I have owned is over 40 years old. Modern ones just don't hold up as well. (The ones I bought new broke ages ago)
The bread machine my mom got for her wedding lasted 30 years. It's been replaced twice in the last 5 years. (How can you fuck this up?)
The cardboard tubes in the middle of toilet paper rolls have gotten larger. (This too?) Companies increasing the price of the product while selling you less. (REALLY?)
It sounds crazy. (it's the truth) When you talk about it, YOU sound crazy. (it's true)
Even when people believe you (do they really), all they can say is "it sucks". (it's too big) Because the problem is so big, so pervasive, what can we even DO about it???
To get the necessary laws written and passed, we need politicians, to get the politicians elected we need information campaigns, to fund campaigns we need money, and all the money is being hoarded by the people profiting from enshittification. (it sounds so fake)
So I talk about enshittification (it sounds crazy), so people don't forget that things have been made worse on purpose (it's true), even though I sound crazy. (maybe I am)
If you can't be a commando, wear a jockstrap to get fucked anywhere, anytime! You'll cum in it and keep your juice in addition to the juice in your ass!
First off, let me be clear that i am not using the term faggot in a pejorative sense. One of the most effective ways of taking the sting out of a word is to re-appropriate it from the haters, and redefine it yourself. This must of course happen in a supportive environment, among those who accept you as you are. That enables you to defiantly and bravely own up to what you are. And to realize that there are appreciative Alphas/Men out there who would love nothing better than to have their own personal fag. Don’t let others keep you from living the life that fits you best. And without shame.
In this re-appropriated meaning, the following are some pretty strong indicators that you are a faggot:
1. Your primary sex organ is not your penis.
Most males (gay or straight) derive most of their sexual pleasure from their penises. Men love to ejaculate, and they find great satisfaction in the power of their ejaculations. They take great pride in their penises and in phallic symbolism.
Faggots, on the other hand, are often embarrassed by their penis. It may be relatively small. Many have weak erections. Some have low testosterone levels.
On the other hand, faggots generally take great pleasure in their butts and assholes. They are compelled to play with this area, stimulate it using fingers, dildos, or butt plugs, and learn to have prostate-induced anal orgasms rather than (or in addition to) penile orgasms. For faggots, their asshole becomes their primary sex organ, not their penis. Most regard their mouths as a primary or secondary sex organ.
2. You are unable to top.
In general, Men are born with a natural desire to penetrate and ejaculate. It is their prime instinct. Men love to watch their cocks slide into their partner, love to hear their moans as they fuck them, and enjoy the feeling of pumping their warm seminal fluid into them.
Faggots, on the other hand, cannot see themselves as anything other than a receptive hole for a Man’s cock. A faggot will never penetrate anyone else. The idea has no appeal, and there is no motivation to do so. My penis does not get aroused at the thought. It remains flaccid.
When being fucked, faggots typically feel little or no motivation to touch their penises, preferring instead to focus on the penetration. Many faggots remain flaccid while getting fucked, so focused are they on their asshole as primary sex organ.
3. You dislike receiving oral sex.
From my first sexual experience with another male, I noticed that I did not enjoy receiving oral sex. My penis remained flaccid, and the experience was embarrassing and made me intensely uncomfortable. That is not atypical.
There are at least two reasons for this. One, already described above, is that a faggot’s penis is not experienced as a primary sex organ. Another is that the position of power a blowjob bestows upon the receiver is antithetical to the true nature of a faggot.
Almost all Men (gay or straight) love to receive a good blowjob. Faggots are the exception. They typically recoil from the idea. Now that I’ve come to understand my true nature, the very thought of receiving a blowjob fills me with disgust and horror. I’ve heard the same from many faggots over the years.
4. You are service oriented.
All gay bottoms are submissive to some degree; taking a dick up the ass requires at least a degree of submissiveness. But most are submissive only in the bedroom, and their bottoming is how they prefer to get off. In other words, there is a reciprocity. They seek their own orgasm as much as their partner’s. They consider themselves on a level plane to the Man who is fucking them. This is very similar to how most women view their relationships with Men.
A faggot is not only not equal to a Man (except in certain fundamental human rights as a human being), but the faggot itself knows and acknowledges that it is not equal. A faggot doesn’t focus on its own pleasure at all, in or out of the bedroom. At all times a true faggot focuses on the Man’s pleasure. Its own pleasure is merely incidental, and in no way central.
5. You have certain fetishes, and open to deeper forms of submission.
Certain fetishes tend to distinguish faggots from conventional gay bottoms. For instance, almost all faggots seem to have fetishes for aspects of a Man’s body that denote masculinity and power asymmetry.
Faggots tend to very willingly kiss and lick a Man’s feet. They also tend to their lust for the smells of a Man. A Man’s used underwear might disgust most people, but a faggot typically desires these items. Faggots love to sniff and lick musky balls and armpits. While gay bottoms may enjoy such aspects, too, they rarely have the worshipful lust faggots reserve for them.
These fetishes might drive faggots to do things that ordinary gay bottoms would never do, such as swallow a Man’s piss, or get spanked.
6. You derive satisfaction from service.
Faggots achieve emotional satisfaction from serving a Man through menial tasks. A faggot finds great satisfaction while cleaning a Man’s bathroom, doing a Man’s dishes, or washing a Man’s laundry. Very few women or other gay Men exhibit this level of servitude, nor do they seem to derive pleasure from such tasks.
In addition, a faggot does such chores without the expectation of reward. Contrast that mentality with women and gay Men, who often perform chores for a Man in the expectation that they will be rewarded in some way. Faggots do not have such expectations. Their reward comes from performing the service itself for a special Man.
Summing up, you are a faggot if:
• You are more interested in your ass as your primary sex organ
• You seek only the sexual satisfaction of the Man, not yourself.
• You are attracted to the power of a Man
• You are attracted to a Man’s intimate scents and, and not repelled by his spit and piss
• You can derive pleasure from serving a Man through menial tasks
(Note: This post is heavily indebted to a previous one by @fagsworshipstraights. I did not reblog that post because i disagreed on a number of crucial points. So i’ve rewritten it to remove those points, add some of my own, including the all-important introductory paragraph, and make the argument more concise. Still, he deserves most of the credit.)
My roommate finally agreed to unlock my dick. But he can’t remember where he put the key. So I’ve been looking for it all day.
At first, I was a little frustrated with him. But he assured me he was really sorry, and he’s been helping me with my search—suggesting new places to look, placing a supportive hand on my ass, and snapping a few pictures of me for his blog.
He’s the best. I can’t even be upset with him for losing my key—or locking me up in the first place.
Honestly, I’m getting tired of looking. It’s been several hours and I’m getting tired. I’m gonna go suck my roomie’s cock, ride my dildo for a while, and then go to sleep. Later!
"Awww, you never really stood a chance, did you, babe?" Gina didn't answer, unless an endless guttural moan counted as an answer; she lay semi-conscious on the couch, eyes rolled back in her head in a perpetual sightless stare, her only vaguely self-willed movement to wrap her hand around Liam's cock and stroke him at the same furious pace he was rubbing her. She didn't know what had happened to the rest of her clothes, she couldn't remember how exactly Liam's hand wound up inside her thong underwear, and even the slightest amount of thought felt like an impossible chore to her fuzzy and feeble brain. All she knew was that what Liam was doing felt good and she didn't want him to stop.
But he continued speaking anyway, his voice smooth and steady despite the constant throb Gina could feel running through the shaft she held. "Once I got direct skin-to-skin contact, got my nerves sending signals directly to your nerves and from there to that empty little brain of yours, you were already bound to sink into my power. That was more of a given even than you realized. But with my hand on your forehead like this, right up close to your skull and scrambling up your frontal lobe into a gooey mess for me, it was child's play to get you all dumb and weak and horny, wasn't it?" Gina still couldn't say a word in response, couldn't even think one, but a warm mellow glow of agreement suffused her mind and made everything Liam said feel right and true and perfect.
"And with your brain all scrambled, well, you couldn't put up much of a fight over me getting my hand into your wet and needy pussy, could you? So many nerve endings down here, so many delightful signals I can send into your empty little head to keep you cockdrunk and horny and obedient. I'm reprogramming you right now, rewiring you synapse by synapse into my perfect little slut, and you can't not want it anymore, can you? You can't imagine anything better than being my braindead little fucktoy, and by the time I'm done fucking your mind it's going to be a permanent change." Gina only grunted, another orgasm crashing into her so fast and hard she barely even recognized she'd finished the previous one, her entire body tingling with electric pleasure that rendered her instantly defenseless against Liam's brainwashing.
She felt hot jizz spattering all over her bare tits, spraying in a gush so violent in its excitement it splashed into her mouth and sent a drizzle of semen trickling down the length of her lolling tongue, but it didn't stop Liam from playing with her sopping cunt. "Nothing matters more to you than pleasing me sexually, now. Nothing is as important as obeying me and surrendering to my will. You can't possibly fight it, baby girl, because I'm inside your head just like I'm inside your pussy and no matter what thoughts you try to think they inevitably become the ones I give you. You're mine, you've always been mine, and you always want to be mine, isn't that right?" Gina wasn't trying to think, she wasn't doing anything but cumming ceaselessly and mindlessly for her new owner, but the thoughts she didn't have converged perfectly with Liam's murmured words. He was right. She was his. And there was nothing she wanted more.
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