Príncipe

Machos heteros homofóbicos são Deuses.

[roman-risqueux]

[throatbred]

It’s too long, I may not survive… 😫

[underyourfeetsworld]

For faggots like me, there is nothing obnoxious about a Man demonstrating His innate, inborn superiority. It is always appropriate for a Man to exercise His authority and power and, as a faggot, such displays serve as a helpful reminder of my place, my purpose, and my duty to serve, worship, and obey Men.

[youngstrappinglads]

[gayasfack2]

My little brother is only in high school but he’s already so huge. Towering over me I listen to his every command, because I can’t protect myself. He’s still growing yet his penis is already twice mine and he loves to remind me.

[shock-the-monkey-82]

[gayasfack2]

I don’t care who’s watching you big bro. My feet need to be cleaned and rubbed and everyone’s gonna see you do it. Now the whole city will know big bros a little sub with a sad little dick.

[breezintoo]

No big brother faggot is going to say no to a beautiful little brother alpha who js as beautiful as him.

[scent73]

For faggots like me, there is nothing obnoxious about a Man demonstrating His innate, inborn superiority. It is always appropriate for a Man to exercise His authority and power and, as a faggot, such displays serve as a helpful reminder of my place, my purpose, and my duty to serve, worship, and obey Men.

[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.

[musclegram]

vince.wilkinson.

[underyourfeetsworld]

You're right man. It is only natural for young alpha men to actually embrace masculinity, fuck, work out, and strive for strength and power. Don't be afraid to flex, don't be afraid to breed and reproduce. Become the leader, pursue what you deserve and become the best version of yourself.

[underyourfeetsworld]

Too arrogant?? Fuck no, never is too arrogant for a superior specie like me

[hunkalicious-deactivated2020112]

[rgates123]

You found him like this waiting for you when you got home. He laughed as he told you he had just fucked your wife and then made your 20 year old son worship his meat in the shower. He drops the towel and tells you while he initially planned on putting a load inside you as well with his thick 10 incher, he needs some entertainment first. He drops you with a full force knee to the balls. Then he begins face fucking you, kicking you hard in the balls on the up stroke then jamming it down balls deep while you scream in pain into his dick. All because you weren’t man enough to be able to mount your own TV. Now a man has claimed everything you had, yet somehow, everything seems to be in its rightful place

[coolnelson92]

[welikemen]

🛐 🛐 🛐

[feetandcircumstance]

Servicing these smelly Dom men would be the best weekend of any fag’s life.

[yurrfttboyy]

My little brother (white hat) was always such a dick, that’s why I was certain that my life was over when he found my stash of gay foot fetish porn on my laptop. I just knew it from the moment he smirked at me as he looked up from the screen at me with playful eyes, I knew he couldn’t wait to tell our conservative parents and watch me get kicked out on my ass. It turns out I underestimated him…he’s a lot smarter than I ever gave him credit for.

I had been lying low since the day he found my secret, knowing at any moment that I would hear my mother crying and my father shouting- a sign that my shitty little brother went and blabbed on me, but surprisingly it never happened. About 3 days later my brother came into my room and sat down at my computer desk. He sat a small box down on the desk and gestured for me to take it. When I opened the box I literally fell over, it was a fucking chastity belt. No more than 3 inches long, cold metal, with no bars or any openings- just a solid metal sheath with a small opening to piss out of at the tip. It all appeared to be there- the ring, the metal sheath, and the padlock; the only thing I didn’t notice were the keys. Apparently my brother saw the confusion on my face as I stared at it trying to figure out why he had brought it into my room.

“Y’know what would happen if dad found out about what you’ve been watching on the computer he bought you?” He said, putting his hands behind his head and propping his sneaker clad feet up on my desk. Before I could answer he started talking again, “See, I can’t just leave you to perv out on our feet, that wouldn’t be very fair to me, dad, my friends, or anyone else who comes over here. Think about it, all the times dad and I relax in the living room with our feet up, it’s just not right knowing your sneaking off to your room and getting your rocks off to it. You’re either going to have to show me that you can be tamed, or I’m going to have to tell dad and let him sort it out. It’s up to you- put that on or I’m telling.”

I knew he would tel if I didn’t comply…so I did it. For weeks I was still scared he would tell on me, so I continued to lay low and stay on his good side. Mom and dad left for the weekend about a month later, and that’s when I found out he told all of his friends. It was late on Friday night, they had been drinking beer and playing video games when my brother called me in. They all had their feet up and seemed very amused, so I came in slowly. Long story short- I spent the entire weekend licking each of their feet, going from one to the other, then back again. They spent the whole weekend barefoot, walking through the house and collecting dirt on their soles for me to lick off, it was like a sick game to them that they never got tired or bored of! On Sunday I spent the day tongue cleaning each of their shoes, that was by far the worst part. I spent the whole weekend wearing nothing but my chastity belt, it was so humiliating.

His friends became obsessed with making me worship their feet, so from that weekend on I was nothing more than a dog for their amusement whenever they were over. My brother makes sure to constantly remind me that I’ll never get off again, especially as he mashes his stinky feet in my face. I am nothing more than a pet to him and his friends, and I love it!

[ben-carindae]

My cute young housekeeper had noticed me checking out his impressive package, so he decided to change things up. When I came home that day, the house was still a mess. He hadn't done any of his chores.

I found him on my bed, like this, going through my computer. I must have forgotten to log off.

"I know you're a perverted fag, and frankly you disgust me. I shouldn’t let you anywhere near my perfect youthful body, but I know you desperately want to serve me, worship me, and submit to me. Isn't that right?!"

How could I say anything else than the truth in this moment?

"It's true, Sir! More than anything in the world." I instinctively called him Sir, even though he's half my age.

- Get on your knees and lean in just enough that you can get a whiff of my feet, but don't you dare touch them.

- They smell so good, Sir!

- You're disgusting! They're a man's sweaty feet. Normal people would say it smells gross, but you're not normal, are you?

- No, Sir!

- What are you?!

- A pathetic excuse for a man, Sir. A weak and despicable faggot, Sir!

- That's right. Do you think you deserve to worship my feet?

- I don't, Sir, but if you were to grant me that privilege, it would be the greatest honour, Sir.

- Tell you what. I cannot lie. I do like the idea of a rich faggot worshipping me and submitting to me, and paying me for work I won't ever do. Do you want to be that faggot?

- More than anything in the world, Sir.

- Here are my rules then: Firstly, you lock your dick and give me the key. You should be honoured I allow you in my presence, but you definitely don't get to pleasure yourself as long as you're my faggot toy.

- Of course, Sir!

- Second: you continue paying me but I don't do any work. Third: I give you permission to worship my feet, and if you prove yourself worthy, I may give you permission to worship my armpits. After that, who knows? Maybe one day you'll earn the privilege of sucking my divine dick, maybe not. Either way, you never complain and you never exceed your permissions for access to my body, understood?

- Yes, Sir!

Of course, the joke’s on him. Once he realizes how much passion, care, and tenderness I worship his feet with, he'll start becoming curious about what I can do for his dick. Sure, he gets head from his girlfriend, but he'll quickly realize she cannot compare to how great a true faggot can make him feel. Before he knows it, he'll not only be letting me suck his dick, but he'll never want to go back to letting girls do a mediocre uninspired job on it.

From that moment, it'll be a matter of time before he wonders how good a boy pussy would feel on his dick -- after all, that's something his girlfriend won't do for him. His dick will be mine before he even realizes he lost the power. It's mine because he'll be hooked on how great I can make him feel.

I always find that making straight men think they're just taking advantage of a pathetic faggot is the best way to make that straight dick yours.

Embracingmyperversion

[berksox]

[yurrfttboyy]

You got everything done? All the house chores? Car cleaned, waxed, vacuumed and detailed? Yard is all taken care of? Flower beds too? Good boy.

How about my grocery order? Everything unpacked and put away? Where it belongs? Did you remember to pick up my dry cleaning? And get my phone screen repaired? Good boy.

Now kneel down there by my feet, nose in the toes and take some nice deep sniffs for the next few minutes. No! Not your hands, don’t touch me, just put your nose in my toes and sniff. Just relax and sniff, hands behind your back, and savor your reward. You’ve earned it.

[whatshewontdo]

“What’s this noise from mom that you’re a fag now?” Theo said. “Theo don’t fuckin start. I’m not in the mood and can’t find my charger. Have you seen it?” I snapped. “Answer my fucking question.” He said. My brother was in a word, scary. Hotter than anyone had the right to be, but also, really fucking scary. When we met when I was 12 and he was 16, he had a foot and a buck on me. Not to mention he was made of muscles, and was one of those teen that just looked 25. That never changed as we grew up. Whatever age we were he was almost always 12 inches taller and about 100 lbs heavier. I’d never even fathomed fighting him or disobeying anything he told me to do. Aside from his punch a whole in the wall temper, and my razor sharp tongue, we got along. We’d never been allowed to call any member of our family “step” anything. I had to refer to his mom as my mother, and he had to refer to my Dad as his father. This way we were all one big happy family. Ha. I rolled my eyes, “Yes. I came out, big fuckin whoop. No one was surprised.” He shifted in his seat. “Is it my fault?” He asked with a smirk. “What?! Are you on shrooms?!” I said exasperated. “Well I’m wondering if all those times I forced you to blow me confused you or something,” He said. Oh, I should mention, I’d been sucking his dick since about three days after our parents got hitched. “That’s just our own special brand of fucked up Theo, did you ever think maybe I sucked your dick all those times because I was already gay?” I said trying to lighten the mood. His smile widened but his eyes went dark. “So…you’re saying you actually like men.” He said. He began pushing his sneakers off with his feet. No socks, such an animal. “Always fast on the uptake huh?” I said. I began to look around for my charger again. “Prove it then.” He said. I turned around. He was holding his foot up. I looked at him confused and speechless. “Sucking dick, or getting your knob slobbed is just something guys do, liking men…that’s something else so prove you like men. Get on your knees, and lick my stinky nasty foot. If you’re really a fag, you’ll do it. Fags love shit like this.” His face went smug. “Listen. I’m on 2% no time for any of…whatever this is,” I answered. His face hardened. “I’m waiting—faggot,” he said. “Theo I don’t like this, you’re being weird,” I said. I hated that my voice trembled. “Then why’s your cock hard? When Ma told me, I decided you were gonna have to show me. Prove to me you’re gay. See because THIS is what men are. We’re dirty, stinking, horny, dominant animals. So show me you really like men. Get on your knees. Lick my manly stinking feet.” He said. My world was sinking, no I was sinking, I was on my knees by rote. “Tongue out” he ordered. I stuck my tongue out, something was shifting between us that I couldn’t put into words. So I said nothing. He slowly dragged his foot from starting from his heel to his big toe down my tongue. I moaned. It was so salty I was shocked, so warm, the smell felt like it was wrapped around my whole head. I could my heart pounding in my tongue. “Taste good my lil fag?” He asked with a sneer. “Oh god yes it tastes so good I love it. Jesus Christ Theo what are we doing?” I knew it was wrong, but I needed more I couldn’t think as fast as my body lusted for him. “Guess it is true after all. You’re really a man lovin lil queer. I know my dogs are RIPE, nice and dirty too. I walked across the gym barefoot just to test you, look at you drooling!” He laughed before his face went hard. “Things are gonna change between us do you understand? I don’t care if our parents are married you belong to me. I’m the only man you’re ever gonna know do you get me? Say yes Sir if you do.” His voice was different as he said it. “Yes Sir,” I said. My voice was smaller than I wanted it to be, but in a way I wanted to be small for him. “Good. We’re clear. Now you’re gonna go on proving to my that you like men. That you like…me. Get my feet clean remember I’ve got TWO feet. I’m gonna be back here beating my dick while I watch you lick something sooo nasty okay?”

[ben-carindae]

"But sir! I have to go to work right now. You didn't tell me about the papers and projects that are due tomorrow. I only have 5 hours to sleep - there is no way I can do all that. I won't get any sleep! And then I'll have to start my other job!"

The fag was holding back tears. His alpha older brother's response? A massive loogie flew across the room and splattered in the fag's face. The fag opened his eyes between the slime to see his big bro flipping him off while grinning at his dumb faggot little bro's display.

"Shut the fuck up you stupid faggot. Do you now how lucky you are to have a big bro like me? Jesus, now get down at my feet and apologize for that annoying ass complaining. That's right, bow down to me, bitch. You will do as I say. You will go to work, do my homework, and then go back to work and you will enjoy doing it becuase you are doing it for a straight superior man. Do you understand me, faggot? Good. You will also then drop off your paycheck in the form of cash to me tomorrow. And you will do so with a fucking smile, you understand? Good.

“Oh by the way, I'm inviting Jenna over tonight. I don't want you around - when you get home from work, I'll leave my backpack on the back deck, you can do it out there. DO NOT COME IN! It won't even be that cold out tonight, you'll be fine. Oh and if you hear screaming from inside all night long... don't worry she's just experiencing the best pleasure in her whole life, haha. Jealous, faggot? Don't let it distract you too much, I expect all that to be done when I get up and your ass to be already left and working. I'll probably go workout and hang out with friends, when I get back, you'll probably be back from work - don't forget you are to immediately strip naked and scrub the floors across the whole house. If I get home and you're not on your knees scrubbing, I will really give you something to cry about.

“But look, I'm not totally heartless. I know you need a pick me up. I've been saving up my football cleats for a special occasion, and I think this is good enough. Go crawl into my closet and get those cleats. They're fucking filthy and rank. You've got about 10 minutes before you need to leave for work. You can use that time to have a little snack of all the dirt, grime, and dust all over those things. And be sure to enjoy that smell faggot. Doesn't that make it all better, faggot?"

"OH THANK YOU SIR!!"

Faginferiority

[subfootboii]

Ever since your wife left you for another man your son has been acting different. He was in college so he only comes by on the holidays, but he calls you by your first name and bark orders and treat your house as his. He sleeps in the master bedroom when he's home and he even invites guys over.

You didn't want to make him mad and let him cut you off so you accepted his actions and followed with his orders, after all you had no else in your life. "I want dinner ready by 7 Ted.", "My hook up forgot his underwear here, clean it by hand, then drive to his place and give it to him.", "I want you out of sight, I'm having a party tonight.", "I'll use your card.", "Yeah send me that money Ted. You won't needed as much as I do.".

He came to your house a couple of days after spring break started this year. You emptied the master bedroom and prepared it for him. However, you felt something different about him this time around.

"TED come over here. NOW."

You complied and get into the bedroom. You saw him relaxed and his feet were resting on the desk.

"So before I came here I visited mom... I also met Caleb, her boyfriend, the guy she left you for... he's actually a great guy and she seems happy with him. We also talked about you... more like made fun of you. Like how small your dick is... thankfully I don't seem to share those genes with you... and that she left you locked. However I told them how much of a goog boy you've been, and mom told me about your little secret. 'Foot boy' is that what she used to call you? Don't worry Ted, must've been hard to be caged and sex free for years, so here I'll let you have fun with my feet."

You and your son have never discussed your wife ever since she left. You didn't know they were still in contact. You felt so ashamed and humiliated by what he has just said you looked at him and all you could see was his huge feet wiggling at the desk. You're not even into man's feet but you couldn't resist.

What he said was true. Even long before she left you she locked you up and cucked you. She barley let you touch her feet. You couldn't control yourself and within seconds you dropped on your knees and buried your face into his big feet. Licking, sucking, and sniffing them.

Your dick started to get hard and you strained you cage. It was painful as you haven't had any sexual interaction for years.

"Mom should've kept you as her foot boy. Caleb would enjoy using you to worship his big meaty feet... and by the way, mom is pregnant now, they're having a boy. Caleb said he might actually consider training you to be their pet and I'll have this house for myself."

You camed your pants listening to his words and sucking on his toes. Caleb was twice your size, and your wife left you because he was a "real man" and now he wants to turn you into his bitch.

[mysuperiors-deactivated20241105]

When you arrived at the hotel room to meet your master for the first time in person, he told you to get undressed down to your t-shirt and underwear and socks.

He told you to kneel on the floor. He bound your hands tightly behind your back with rope. He then told you how the session would go.

“First, I’m going to rape your wallet in front of you. Then I am going to humiliate you and break down any sense of dignity you have. Then I am going to inflict pain. You are permitted to cry during that part, but you have to keep your voice down. The pain may be severe at times, but there will not be any blood. After the pain comes my pleasure. I will either fuck you in the mouth or the ass, depending on what I’m feeling like at that point. Then you will get the ultimate reward for your service at the end. We will take a shower and you will be permitted to wash my body. Do you understand?”

“Yes, Sir,” you whispered.

He then took your wallet out of your pants. He took out a Visa card and held it up to your face and asked you, “Who does this belong to?”

“You, Sir.”

“That’s right.” He took out his phone and showed you that he was opening the Uber app and adding the credit card to it.

He took out your AMEX and pressed it hard against your forehead. “Who does this belong to?”

“You, Sir.”

He spent a couple minutes on his phone. You watched his muscular forearms as he was tapping away. He showed you the screen. Two round-trip business class flights to Greece and a stay at a luxury hotel in Mykonos. “I’m going to fuck my girlfriend every night and you’re paying. The total is over $15,000.”

This made you anxious and you started to well up with tears.

“I did not give you permission to cry while I rape your wallet,” your Master warned ominously.

“Yes, Sir. I apologize, Master. Thank you for using my credit card for your pleasure.”

He smirked and took the cash out of your wallet. “Who does this belong to?”

“You, Sir.”

He laughed and stepped over to you, his muscular body towering over you. “Open your mouth, slave.”

You did as he commanded, and he shoved the cash in your mouth. “Do not forget. I am your owner, and not your whore. You have no control here. I am in total control of you. You are nothing but a faggot slave. The only reason you exist is to amuse me and serve me and to earn money for me. You are property. MY property.”

He gave you a little slap on the cheek. Not so hard as to be painful. But also not playful. It was a bullying sort of slap. A dressing down. He grabbed your hair and pushed your face down to the floor. “Kiss my shoes. Lick them clean. While you do that, I’m going to buy myself a new pair.”

Once he bought his new Nike runners he showed you the screen—another $300 was gone—he took a couple gift cards from your wallet and pocketed them and tossed the wallet on the floor.

He unbuttoned his shirt and took it off and laid it on one of the two double beds in the room. His enormous, smooth muscular torso looked incredible. He cracked his knuckles and stood you up.

“I am ready to move onto the pain portion. Remember, you have permission to cry...”