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Actively seeking to serve a Master as His wholly owned TPE enslaved property. Seeking permanent and lifelong irreversible enslavement and the obedience, service, worship, pain, and sacrifice that come with life as a slave. slave is 35 GWM currently based in the Midwest US, but it will relocate for the right Master. Please enquire within, Sirs.

masterhermes

oinkpig

Useful object

dirtydomuk1

it is our purpose in life Sirs

awesomecrowdcontrol1

nobledominance-deactivated20161

gaybear-outdoor

YES SIR

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alphamax42

alphafaggotbreeder

pnwslave

Force him to suck you off

od2be2003

fartcushion

“There we go, in to the washing machine it goes. Now don’t ever fucking bitch about me leaving my dirty clothes on the floor again. Now leave that in your mouth for an hour to suck them clean. When you’re finished I have some underwear for you to do next”

malefeetworlds

@joshfit_

fartcushion

"Yeh, yeh, I'm listening. You can keep telling me how it's homophobic to say 'faggot' while you're worshipping this foot. So, you were saying, faggot?"

mikeyastoria

fartcushion

When you got in to university you were so happy. Finally going to get away from your family and enjoy the freedom with living with people your own age, making life long friends. The reality was far from what you had been dreaming of.

You'd been bullied at school for being gay, but university was for mature people. Here you could be yourself. So when you met your hall mates you were honest about having just broken up with your boyfriend back home when the conversation of girlfriends came up, even though they looked like hetero bros, you knew they were more enlightened. This was your mistake, and one that would cement your entire future.

They were not more mature than the guys at your school. These were alpha men here to do Sports Science, Physiotherapy and all the other cliché hetero courses. At first they were pissed to have a faggot living with them. They couldn't walk around half naked on hot days without the risk of being perved on, that made them no better than a woman!

They decided at first you were to stay in your room. They'd make a formal complaint about you, something made up, to get you kicked out of the halls. While that was being processed you'd stay hidden. You could come out to eat and use the bathroom when no one was home or during the dead of night. As soon as they were back from lectures or nights out you were not to be seen or heard.

That was your first week with them, and while you waited for the complaint to be processed to free you from this imprisonment, you followed the rules. After all, these guys were huge and would put you in the hospital if they felt any way violated by you.

But one afternoon there was a knock on your door. Nervously you opened it expecting to find a uni representative about the complaint. But it was Gregg. The largest of the group, his bulging arms covered in tattoos.

He informed you that they'd been experiencing a bit of a pussy draught. They'd had their way with the sluts nearby, but their careless approach to getting their end away made those girls avoid coming back for a second helping. Worse, they'd told all the other girls to avoid them like the plague. This meant that they were getting frustrated, their spunk was building up and no way of releasing it. Proper blue balls.

This information wasn't surprising. You'd heard them through the walls; both deriding women whilst drinking before a night out, and the noise of rough sex when they got back with that night's unlucky pull. When you suggested the obvious of just masturbating, his neck veins seemed to swell with anger.

"That's beta behaviour! Real men don't masturbate. You use that seed. As it's meant to be putting a woman...or a faggot...in their place"

That addition terrified you. Immediately it was clear what was the idea.

"So here is the new plan we have for you. You can come out of your room, but you will be subservient to us men. You will cook for us, keep this place clean and most important of all you will suck our fat dicks every night we strike out"

Speechless, you just stared at him.

"The rest of the guys are on board with my idea. They have a few things they're keen to try out. Jack has been desperate to have a girl rim him, but they're too prudish. You fags love it though, don't you”

He seemed to be getting annoyed by your silence.

"Look, bitch, this is the best opportunity you'll get. With the complaint we put in about you you'll be kicked out of halls and have no where to go. They won't accept you in another unit, and all the houses to rent are taken for this semester. Didn't you live hours away. This way you get to stay at university, and all we ask is for a little bit of god damn respect. So are we doing this?!"

He took your silence as accepting your place. Admitting defeat. As close to consent as these guys ever needed. With it he stepped in to your room pushing you back, shutting and locking the door behind him.

"Good, as it was my idea I told the lads I'm going first". Without another word he had you down on your knees and his thick uncut cock down your throat.

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A week later there was a knock at the front door. Normally it'd be your job to answer it, as the house slave, but they knew who it was and so had prepared something.

You could hear Gregg talking to the man in the hallway.

"Thank you for coming. I appreciate you have to formally check in since we couldn't just rescind the complaint. As I mentioned on the phone, we were perhaps too hasty when we sent it, probably could have just talked it out like adults. But we've since come to an understanding". With that last line he opened the living room door and the Uni Administrator followed him in.

Where he saw the rest of the guys sat round the table, in the process of pre-drinking before a night out. You, however, were on the floor on your hands and knees. Darren was using you as a foot stool.

"As you can see, he's really become part of the furniture around here. We couldn't bare to part with him, isnt that right lads?"

They all chimed in with their pleas and protests at losing you.

"You don't want to go either, do you?". Gregg asked, as he pulled hard at the lead that was attached to the collar around your neck. Yanking your head up to look at the official. His shocked face aghast.

You begged him to let you stay. That you'd learned the error of your ways. How much you were grateful they had allowed you to make it up to them. All of this you'd been prepped on before.

The official clearly lost in what to do. If all parties were in agreement it was resolved, he was obligated to just close the complaint. He informed Gregg that was the outcome and turned to leave, but as he reached for the door he laughed and turned back "It's not mandated. But we can attach photos as evidence to these claims. Mind if I take one? This is hilarious".

The guys were thrilled. Each posing to show their superiority in the household. Gregg placed his foot in your back and held the lead tight. Like a hunter who'd conquered his prey. This was now officially your life here.

black-socks-49

"they think I'm not the sharpest tool in the box, but, I'm smart enough to get their boots off, sniff their socks and suck the sweat out of them. God their socks are awesome. Fridays and Saturday nights the spit roast me all night, I love taste and feel of their massive cocks as they're sliding into me, thick jets of cum flooding my mouth and cunt."